Women
Are a work of art
Something so beautifully structured
Nothing can tear down
She is strong
She is art.
Each woman crafted differently
Shaped differently
Into their own individuality.
Through pain, she smiles
Through sadness, she smiles
Women are works of art.
Why does society judge?
Rape?
Torture?
Our beautiful women.
Growing up seeing what we as women have to look like to be considered “desirable.”
Blond hair, blue eyes, porcelain white skin, slender, fashionable.
To me all women
Of all types are
Beautiful.
Every curve,
Every freckle,
And
every scar.
About the Creator
Jupiter Miller
I write what I can, when I can. In the best representation possible of my most inner thoughts in my brain.
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