I accept that I’ll never understand the pain, sacrifice, & patience
the sadness, the drive, or the strength to keep going
whether it’s the gift of life or the damage of a toxic love
without the fathers’ help but she manages to be all she can be
I feel it’s my duty to appreciate the magic in her presence
the endless crying tears, the endless sleepless nights
the feeling of being let down yet she still hangs on to her crown
I pray to the powers above that her heart is one day admired
her wounded existence & her will to never give up
is such a beautiful thing to witness
the pain or the beautiful madness of this Woman’s Work