Courage is not assigned
to any certain gender.
It makes a love refined
forge a way for another.
One speaking for her sisters,
her ways were met with violence.
The truth shamed a mister,
his weapon spoke its sentence.
Sadly this the path, so lightly worn,
many fail to see its uncommon joy.
The mean fall behind; they're the forlorn
love is life's oil, when we employ.
They may have silenced her,
yet she still speaks.
Violence for the martyr
takes them to these peaks.
Love is the word, silent yet so strong,
it comes in good time with its gracious speech.
For the loved it says, "Yes, you belong."
it is the healer, filling in the breech.
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