The Fiery Fight.

The cold pavement against
her cheek does nothing to calm
Her hot, boiling blood.

The rags that cover her
Sinuous body do nothing
To cover up skin and the
Humiliation she suffers.

The hands that only wrap
Around rancid items of
food do nothing to stop her
longing for lavish delicacies.

She lived the life of a
Beggar with equanimity
Until something snapped
Inside of her.

Now, her anger will be her strength.
Her frustration will be her driving force.
She will turn her future into a comfortable, liveable one.

She’ll fight. She son’t run.

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