Her Voice is Known
Once a child frail as glass,
panic ridden as she enters class.
Mouth bound shut
for fear of what?
Not even she could grasp
the terror she felt in the past.
But now through valor and struggle,
she refuses to muffle or mumble.
She will light the spark that turns to flame,
till all the world can hear her name.
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