She had an army rising inside of her chest.
Chest and cheekbones, she had the cheek to talk back. She
Could not help but hold her head high even when pitiful, when apologising.
Apologising, it seems, made her tongue offensively beat out the syllables. She’d stop it if she could
But it hurts her. It hurts her to physically stop what is visibly her birth-right.
Birth, rightfully presented her with the challenges of life adding misinformed looks at misunderstood skin but
Still they raged war, unwisely.
-Amara Amaryah