From the day she was born the whole world was against her
From the day she could walk everyone pushed her down
From the day she could talk she was told to shut up
Then came the day she stopped talking she was told to speak up
Then came the day she stayed down she was told to get up
Then came the day she decided she wanted to die she was told that was cowardice
Then came the day she found a purpose
Then came the day she got up
Then came the day she spoke up
Then came the day everyone took credit for the progress she had made
Then came the day everyone held out a hand
Then came the day she everyone started speaking for her
Then came the day she told everyone to shut up
Then came the day she pushed all those hands away
Then came the day she called everyone out
Finally came the day she speaks for herself
Finally came the day she holds her own hand
Finally came the day she doesn’t let HER story be their story.
Poetry
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You go girl! Well in the story anyway. We are the hero of our own lives, it’s up to us to tell it and not let someone else tell it differently. And you, Beautiful, keep writing!?