Blood
Blood
Womanhood’s celebrated rouge
Much like a wildflower bloom,
With doubts and imperfections
Equal to a flame scorching so huge.
Hardships come knocking
As the scarlet descends
Blushing through the fight,
An armoured face that pretends.
Quaintness that the crimson brings
Is your unique persona to keep
Little angel no more,
Fly away — you’ve earned your wings.