The world was incomplete, it awaited the creation of something unique
She was created, the feminine mystique.
She who's birth enraptured the world
As She was the epitome of love and grace, standing upright unfeared.
She who grows up with pain yet uncomplaining.
For she believes joy ensue suffering.
Don't think her to be fragile, for She has a feisty heart as rock, unbreakable.
She requires no celebration. She shall be treated human and equal.
She shall not be disgraced, her beauty not judged, her color not compared, her body not lusted after.
She shall not be bounded in a cage but just left to fly, as a bird's beauty is admired when it is up above in the sky.
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