One Army

One Army

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.