You wouldn’t be able to tell just by seeing
Her messy hair, her stained blouse, her smiles for days
She’s a warrior.
You wouldn’t be able to tell just by hearing
Her laughs, her jokes, her quick remarks
She’s a warrior.
You wouldn’t be able to tell behind closed doors
Where she cries, where she hides, where she sleeps endlessly
She’s a warrior.
How could you possibly see
Her bloodied hands tearfully clutching her success, in fear of it slipping away at any moment?
How could you possibly hear
Her inner dialogue a battery mix of self-loathing, manifestation, and determination?
You couldn’t possibly know that behind closed doors
This brilliant, complex, ambitious girl
She’s a warrior.
Peachy Keen Collective 