There were no awards.
No great banners
or signs.
No websites or
shows.
She never had any of those.

There were no marches.
No grand speeches.
No standing ovations.
She kept herself quiet.

There were hard days,
of blistering suns.
Endless nights
with screaming young.
Hard times with no food.
Painful hours,
when love was lost.
She kept her head high.
I never saw her cry.

She...