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FeMALES circle around;
We stand around a fire of burning red
A festival, it lasts a seven-night.
Only few may hear
From out of the flames, a Great Phoenix,
She is the life
That we create
And flowing from her, many a type that
Gave life to where there is none.
Others soon follow,
For we are the ones who give life—
Our blood runs crimson with the crimes of huMANity.
Twisted by those fates and
HIStories,
Our minds have never been our own, only now
We do as we want.
For now pass this down
The story, HER story
We are the protectors.
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While I'm not exactly a feminist, this poem kind of brings out my feelings on the subject. It wasn't originally written to be like this, but after I wrote the first draft, I realized that it needed to be re-vamped. So, with a little work and some luck, I got this...
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