She Rises
I walk through a city built on her back,
cobblestones heavy with the weight of her steps.
They call it history.
She calls it survival.
I know a woman who speaks in embers,
who swallowed fire and learned to glow.
I know a woman with quiet hands,
who builds and breaks and never asks for thanks.
I know a woman who carries the sea in her chest,
waves crashing every time she breathes.
They write her story in half-finished lines,
call her strong but never soft,
call her fierce but never free.
They forget she is all of it.
They forget she is everything.
Go on then,
give your opinion
she’ll make a revolution out of it.
Holly F, Year 8
