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