I said her name enough for the word to empty, enough to fill it up with the mere sounds made into the shapes that make me who I am, and today, she whispered my name until I was awake. ~Her sound
She bore no weapons But that of a pen. A retractable blade, That was deadlier than it seemed. She armed herself With paper. Her shield composed of books, And with these tools she changed the world. And you can too But for better or worse That's up to you