The world seemed a big bad place,
Especially for her because she was a 'she',
People have a way of ruining beauty.
Moment she raised her voice,
They were ready to strike her down,
Worried of that which they do not understand.
She fought and she strived,
But at the end of the day,
Her dreams were hanging on a broken hinge.
Yet, she thought, "I survived"
And like a Phoenix from the ashes,
She rose to fight another day
Her dreams not yet shattered,
Barely hanging on,
Teetering dangerously in the gusty wind.
"But anything that's broken
Can be fixed again, can't it?"
With hope renewed,
She held up her head,
Determined for change.
The hinge would be fixed,
Her dreams will not shatter,
Nor will the thousands, she clung close to hers.