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She Will Not Stop

for pb
She will not stop
So throw your stones
Pour your words
Draw your sword
She will not give in
She will not be moved
As she grows
In confidence
She knew you were coming
To try to break her down
To try and knock her off balance
She built well
Her fort she built with love
Digging deep to ensure
She had a solid foundation
Learning constantly
Seeing challenges before her
She knew all along those she fought for
would in turn become the enemy
It saddened her to her very core
She’s seen sadness in the past
She knew her strength would shine
Brightly calling to those who heeded her call
Those who could see her true value, her true worth

The new paradigm had begun
The drawbridge lowered
Bridging a gap between old, outdated ways
For new worlds they would create together

Built with kindness and compassion
With equality inclusion and abundance
By those with courage
Prepared to take action
By those willing to stand as pillars
Of strength in their conviction
Looked upon with ridicule and derision
to those who failed to see the vision
Looked upon with hope and trust
In the end all that mattered
Was an undiscovered island of strength, calm
Gifts shared, beauty left behind

She will not stop
So mock her
Fell her
Draw your sword
Breathe your fire
Become the dragon
She will not give in
She will not be swayed
By fear
By hate
By anger
By greed
By jealousy
By meanness
She knew you were coming
She built well
--adapted dao/ag   

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