The Challenge
What are my limits, I cannot find.
How much to rise, I strive to know,
Because I have my own dear mind,
It tells me never to think myself low.
To hold high when in rage others blow.
To break down all prejudices and bias,
That is the only way for me to grow.
I am a woman showing defiance.
I may or may not find an alliance.
Yet I know I can and will gain,
Things that were always denied to us.
Proudly I shall undertake every pain
To be the teller of my own tale.
I may be soft but never think me frail!
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