I sometimes daydream of trauma. Trauma that never happened to me but to women that bared the image of me.
A stronger braver woman who overcame and conquered and ruled in her own little world. A wiser woman who learnt from her mistakes and got back up again.
A bolder woman more eye capturing than what I imagined Cleopatra herself would be
Will I ever be these women? Better
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem