Other girls are not my competition –
We have the same soul,
A deep, rhythmic ocean filled with love;
With a heart that is soft but strong,
Warm, and sublime with color.
A mind, sharp as a knife-
Fearlessly piercing into the prejudice;
But also delicate
Tenderly sculpting a compassionate tomorrow.
It is this tenderness
Within which lies a revolution.
Like a seed that survived the storm,
This seed still carries promise-
A promise of a fruiful future.
Other girls are not my competition,
For we have the same hopes and dreams;
That one day the world will see
That there’s more to women
Than to be competing in the first place.
