See the fire in her….
When she walks out of the home,
A child holding her hand,
With the files tucked under her other arm,
With the white forehead they see,
With the eyes prying on her body that remains uncovered by the black skirt and the white shirt,
She walks with a confidence on her face,
Dignity in her walk,
Strength in her talk,
And an innocent smile on her child’s face who knows nothing.
As she walks, see the fire in her!