But look at her
She walks the street holding her head up high Not lacking any pride. Many times she has been trampled down hateful words said out of share jealousy hurtful punches from all directions trying to kill her individuality, break her strong will and bury her six feet under. All those years of suffering Quietly fighting alone against so many. But look at her. Look how she glows today Never lost her way When they cut her hair she shaved them all off When they hit her she turned the other cheek When they shouted, yelled and badmouthed she tattooed those words to her arm. She walks the street holding her head up high knowing She never gave her wings away Never lost the battle She is God's greatest creation So strong, So happy So human. So us