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.