The city girl walks with a confident stride,
Through streets, where only thieves reside,
She’s made of glass and reinforced concrete,
Her life—a puzzle, unsolved but complete.
Once, she was called an old maid in jest,
left on the shelf, like all the rest—
but her heart grew wise, her spirit bold,
not bound by stories the world had told.
Now she’s the changed woman, fierce and free,
a force of nature, wild as the sea,
No longer tethered by others’ schemes,
She’s crafting her future, living her dreams.
A woman of words, with a sharp, keen pen.
She cuts through the lies of lesser men.
With syllables soft or sharpened to flame,
she rewrites her story, untamed by shame.
They call her she-devil, whisper in fear,
but she wears her power like jewels, so clear—
She’ll break your chains, she’ll rule the night,
A creature born in fire and flight.
Like Mary Magdalene, reborn in grace,
she finds her truth in the holy place,
A sinner, a saint, forever entwined.
The duality of woman, in heart and mind.
So here she stands, with her stories to tell,
A woman who’s walked through heaven and hell—
Her journey of strength, her laughter, her tears,
A life that defies the weight of the years.
WoPoLi 
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