My necklace
The size of a nickel, it rests between my breasts
on it 2 A’s are etched each missing a leg,
leaning against each other for support
it means strength and power
It was givin to protect me
since I was a girl.
tarnished and worn through use
the cord is fraying, the knots giving way
but it still holds up.
Never once has it been removed
A reminder to never give up
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