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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