Not everyone believes in her, and
Not everyone supports her.
And she knows it. But
Her god goes with her always,
And that’s what sustains her.
How cool is it that her god,
Made oceans and mountains and Galaxies
And thought that the world needed her.
Because she was gold and dirt
And most just saw the mud on her hands,
And backed away.
But God took her and washed off
The mud, the lies, the hate.
And pulled her crown off its pedestal,
And set it gently on her head.
God whispered softly in her,
“Be in pursuit of what sets your soul on fire.
Because fire in its own way cleans away
The impurities. And if that doesn't work here I'll be.
Waiting for you.”