Here she comes with strong legs,

Strong arms & her tough-skinned hands

Though they’ve never seen a gym…

Her brown eyes –

Too scared to look into their brown eyes

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She’s assumed to be a mother of many

Shared by way too many, in her past

They assume & assume

With no courage to ask

“What’s your name?”

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They have a box ready for her

They have a spot called ‘her place’

They say, “remember your rights”

They mean limits & lies

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Why must she feel sad & shamed?

She knows she knows better, today

She knows where from & where to

She knows what’s false & what’s true

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Her story is being written still

As we speak…

Choices of today are made

The future is on the way

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It is a fight for her family’s life

And for faith – hers and theirs

It’s a fight for Love…

 ‘Let them think’ she thinks

‘I’ll stand firm within Him’

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Their silence & gaze are loud,

But they are too dark

To outshine her light

To confine her mind

 In their own confines

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“We will make it!” She says

‘Right in front of their eyes’.

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