PEN
Writing is my way
Of fighting back
I may be physically powerless
Not mentally otherwise
I allow my hand
To work for me
Pulling my weapon along
To express my bottomless mind
Since mute is not my coz'
I need this rope
To draw out
All the obedient follows
That fell into this dark water
I have come to rescue you
Trust my feminine strength
Hold on to my hand
And make not your look shallow
But force your lens to part
For peace to reign.
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