She

She She is a new breath in the lungs She is light that radiates from the morning sun She is the wind the blows through the leaves, the flow of the up-hill river, and the shine the she shows from within She is the longitude of the branches, that spread high and wide to receive the sun And is the shade for the birds and animals to rest and the fortitude of the forest She is life She is the hum of the bees with honey She is the strength of the weak She is the back to which the house if built on She is the carrier of life, and life from within, life to her surrounding which spreads from the openness from her heart and is transmitted to far away She is life She is quited… quited… quited She is told that her freedom is stripped and retained She is no longer light but a dim ember of hope She is silenced She is neglected and deprived of any sound She is disfigured of her humanity and cannot be looked upon She is the pieces that spill from the side of her that never stop leaving She is silenced She tries to run but her legs are lead by the weight she drags behind She is the receiver of the bullet aimed at her She has the target on her back so large that perfect aim is inevitable She tumbled and breaks and shatters until nothing can ever be left of her She is not silenced…she is dying But she is so much more than that She is the loudest voice that is in a room She is strength against the tumbling walls She is the outreach of life that spreads, not like a virus, but a cure She is Melissa Sparks, Ashlynn Forts, Sarah Highman, Patty Graves, Alexandria Newman, her life…her life…her life So do not tell her that she is silenced Her mouth is not sealed nor the words stolen from her She stands tall and proud in front of those who wish to see her destroyed and beaten and battered But she will never give in She s life in every word spoken and cuts through generations of silence She is every word spoken, every speech and advocacy, she is human! She is not silenced… she is a fighter and is damned right to never apologize for that