With a cool, calm air
Seemingly unphased
Tongues wag, eyes stare
Still, she strides without a care
She’s been through far worse
They may not see the scars
No sharp tongue, no eye compares
To lifetimes fighting wars
A spirit forged in fire
Excellence demands pain
She pushes on when they tire
Their loss will be her gain
She needs no crowds to follow
No trends to keep up with
Taunts and laughter amuse her
Strength covers her, it’s her gift
Their eyes are watching her
Bur her eyes are on the prize
Not minding the naysayers
But thriving to be wise
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Written by L.M. McBean
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