You see me and think I am strong,
That I stand and inspire you,
to fight on,
as though I am wearing,
a special armor.
You don’t see that I am only wearing,
courage and necessity,
like rags laid upon my back.
I march on, not in certain victory,
but the certain finality,
of the day the truth is known.
What will you think of me then?
This poem is in honor of International Women’s Day and all women who continue on even when they don’t feel capable or equipped for what the day demands.
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