Becoming A Woman, (A Poem)

In a foreign land, where tongues are strange,

A young woman arrives, her spirit unchained.

Alone she stands, a beacon or trace,

A warrior girl in an unfamiliar space.

She walks with pseudo poise through the crowded streets,

Wavering steps, her courage meets.

Her voice, a melody of resilience and light,

Echoes through the city center, piercing the night.

In her eyes, tales of journeys slowly unfold,

Strength forged in the fires of a heart so bold.

She builds her castle slowly with strength and might,

Defying borders, breaking through the hardest fight.

Her solitude, a testament to her power,

An independent spirit, she will not cower.

In this foreign world, she carves her own way,

Finally a strong woman's legacy, forever to stay.