Remember the times,
Of perpetual grace,
And orthodox bliss.
Do you remember,
When it was like a
Sinkhole pulling us
From knowledge and wings,
When we couldn't soar with,
The birds and the men.
We created a
New image for all
Of them to honor.
Taking our pens
And erasers to
Fill the boring canvas.
We splatter ourselves
With more force than Hercules,
And with more loyalty
Than Robin Hood.
We are
Whispering Women,
Fatal Females,
Galant Girls.
The strength within us
Is angry for being
Ignored and hidden.
This power screams with
Potential anger.
This power is us