Pretty Woman

Pretty woman

 

Mountains and hills

They display with pride,

But tromping and staked flags claim

And say they never belonged as their own

 

Pretty woman

 

Winds and waves crashing without preservation

Boarded and blocked with bricked walls

And tornado halls

Pretty woman becomes scared woman

Pretty woman hides mountains and hills

Behind foggy days and stormy nights

Praying to keep them one last time

 

Pretty woman

 

Winds and waves dying down

Hoping to never make another sound

 

Scared woman becomes Silenced woman

 

No more mountains

No more hills

No more winds

No more waves

 

Silenced woman can take no more

 

Silenced woman becomes strong woman

 

Mountains and hills displayed unreserved

Feet and flags firmly planted

Standing firmly against those seeing to steal and claim

Daring

Challenging

Knowing they belong to no one else

Strong woman knocking buildings

Knocking trees

Knocking shores

Knowing they are a force to recon

Knowing they will be seen

Knowing they will be heard

They are their own

 

Strong woman IS beautiful woman

 

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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