The feminine race is perceived to be weak,
But let me tell you about a girl,
A girl who went head-to-head with all the stigma,
And degrading treatments that stood tall, like the walls of Jericho.
 

To the voiceless, she was a voice,
A beacon of hope in the darkest noise.
She stood against all who belittled her,
And all who called her a fig tree, incapable of making an impact.
 

In the face of war, she was fearless and tenacious,
With a heart of gold and a will as titanium.
Her purple nature symbolizes
Her bravery, sacrifice, and nobility.
 

She is a Deadly Nightshade,
A beauty to behold, but toxic to all who rub off her.
Her desire is that no woman should have to live in fear,
Or in the shadows, but that you walk in the light with your head held high.
 

Her name is...