Not all girls are made of sugar and spice and all things nice. These are girls made of dark lace and witchcraft and a little bit of vice. These are… - Nikita Gill

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Not all girls are made of sugar
and spice and all things nice.

These are girls made of dark lace
and witchcraft and a little bit of vice.

These are daughters made claw first
and story-mad, tiger roar and wolf-bad.

These are women made of terrible tempests
and savage storms and the untamed unwanted.

These are damsels made of flawless fearlessness
made of more bravery than knights have ever seen.

These are princesses made of valour and poison alike
and they are here to hold court as your queens.

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About Nikita Gill

Nikita Gill (born 20 June 1987) is a British-Indian poet, playwright, writer and illustrator based in south England. She has written and curated eight volumes of poetry. Gill uses social media to engage her audience and she has over 650,000 followers on Instagram, one of the most popular poets on the platform.

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