an entire rainforest beats
inside her heart yet she knows
not her own worth
like a fool she sits on scales
and pedestals to sell her heart
for some shiny dirt
like a beggar she seeks his
attention but mirrors reflect
only what's visible on earth
once she learns that
her opinion is invaluable
she won't disown it for
appraising words
she will rise to her throne of
thorns for she is a queen and
it's a woman's world
Niki Kaur
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Witty, curious, captivating, and skeptic yoga teacher, writer, and artist.
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