From out of the mist she rises
A new day for her has come
The day when she holds her head up;
She is woman, hear her roar.
Her silhouette’s not as simple
As those to whom she’s compared
But that thing which makes her different
Gives her power in her own respect.
She looks at the world with courage
And a fire that burns for truth
For she knows that if she doesn’t
The ways of the world will consume.
She stretches her arms in compassion
To those who may just need a hand
And in pulling her people up slowly
She shows how to do the same.
She rose from that mist which had blinded
And now she can see very clear
That her struggle has not been in vane
She has risen a strong human being.
**Painting is by Kay Sandoval, a local artist from my community. http://www.kristysandoval.com
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