Cursed

Here’s a short, unedited poem I wrote as a challenge in under 5 minutes, using the words accident, coup, and world.

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Crashes and burns she

Walks breathing deep

Accidents happen but

She never hurts easily

.

Orange and red burning bright

A phoenix rising from the night

A word of hurt, sowing the doubt

But a thick skin is grown from years without

.

She always had to be strong

Could never do one thing wrong

Her heart tried to stage a coup

But strong girls don’t lead the room

.

Hercules benched on the side she’s

A victor but dying inside for

She can never show the world her worth

Such is the woman’s curse.

~

ARSHIA VORA