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