How women are angels and they fly
Above the clouds with gossamer wings
Gentle, fragile, loving things...
Their graceful beauty, frail but sweet
Makes them resilient; when they meet
A man who wants to kerb their flight
By snapping off their wings, they might
Not take this “liberty” as read
But soar above his brazen head
Clinging to a broomstick tight
Turning his days to darkest night!
(c) Poet in the woods 2017
* "Women are Angels, when someone breaks our wings, we simply continue to fly on a broomstick, we're flexible like that …"
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