Rough Smoke Women
To my strong women, rough smoke in the lungs of men.
By Vivian ClarkePublished 2 years ago • 1 min read
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Here’s to my brave women,
The loud ones, the quiet ones,
With minds as sharp as knives
And hearts as soft as rain.
Here’s to the scarred women,
The fierce ones, the shy ones,
With souls all set aflame.
You were stolen--
You were broken--
Then betrayed time and time again.
But you stayed strong,
Like black coffee and cigarettes;
Rough smoke in the lungs of men.
And when they coughed
At your harsh strength--
Your bitter brew too much to handle,
You looked them the eye and said,
“You will not blow out my candle.”
2018
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About the Creator
Vivian Clarke
Third-culture-kid-now-adult with a melancholic disposition trying to make sense of life, like anyone else.
I live for my daughter, cats, and coffee.
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