She doesn't know it but her face will be on show for years to come
Her voice a siren, not for war but for rights.
The flames will become a sunset
But the ashes are still there
And back then they rained on her skin
An endless reminder of who she is
Confusion, uncertainty, worry
A tongueless woman in a swarm of male noise
Until her red lips move, her blue eyes match the aqua of the sky
After the darkness has cleared
Resolution near