Strong

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

Copyright © Larisa McBean

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