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#WomensDay
Her eyes gleamed with the light 
Of her inner strength,
She had walked miles,
Not worried about the length,
Her feet had ached once
Her soul had cried
Her legs had shook once
But now her tears had dried
Her legs had stiffened then
Her bones are strong
She keeps walking
And her path is long
She'd been called many things
All of which she bore
Pinned like badges to her chest
To the point where it felt sore
She once wore long sleeves
To cover up her scars all day
But now she wore them proud
And wore whatever she wanted anyway
Her...