In the crowded streets,
Where the cards meet,
She's the one no one can beat.
Walks everywhere on her feet.
Something no one can keep.
She is.
Called out at least twice a week,
Hollers from weak un-collared beasts.
With lust from those who seek,
With disgust she hears them speak.
They discuss filth until they reek.
Where they keep,
She is.
The one down on her knees,
Begging to be freed.
From the way the world sees.
Her bravery, strength, and character key,
To a lock that requires forced entry.
Where the strong endure things,
She is.
Aphrodite come to life,
But inside, Athena strives,
Wise and powerful.
More than staying alive her drive,
In hardships, she thrives.
She is.
The strength of Mars,
Unwilling to remain barred,
While a waitress at the local bar.
Dreaming one day to be a star.
Working past her scars,
No amount of running too far.
She is.
Capable of so much more than we account for,
Breaking through every door.
Expectations left behind as she soars.
So when you say she's nothing but a bore,
Remember what she fights for.
The places you've never dared to explore,
There,
She is.
