Expecting me to accept,
Fierce and terrible i could be,
Beautiful and gentle in her image,
There are no sacrifices I made,
Or quietly accepted my fate,
Neither have I dealt in compromises,
Nor have I smiled through my pain,
I've no son who fights his demons,
Or a husband who is a prisoner to some,
No daughter who is a caged free bird,
A family at the mercy of prayers,
How can I be my soldier mother?
A woman whose dreams are left unanswered,.
Who holds the last barricade against our rebellion,
She is everything and the silence before the storm.
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