Warrior

She stands tall at the peak
Her head high up, with a steel crown on
She makes her way out of the crowd, with dirt on her shoulders

She doesn’t mind
She kept on marching,

For she is not doing this for herself only,

But for her little sister, who cries every night in her sleep

For she had seen it all,

Thinking about that night makes her angry, not because of the pieces He took from her
Not because she is now cluster phobic. No!

Zuva was there, laying next to her, crying softly

Her hand over Zuva’s mouth so she won’t make a sound….
Now she won’t sleep no more

She’s not doing it for herself only but also for her mother,

Who wakes up every morning with bruises on her face and a faded smile on

She’s not doing this only for herself but for her family that won’t find peace,

For the rest of the world that cries with her too,
So she dust off her crown, bandages her broken heart and marches on
For she is not doing all this for herself only….

She’s a warrior!