I walked along the grass line
Looking back at the pavement behind me
Heated, relentless, disrespectful concrete.
Locomotive along the tree line
Tears sting my eyes, forcing themselves out
Running, trying to seal a bleeding heart.
Exhaustion sets in.
I sink to my knees, struggling to erase overwhelming doubt
You have a duty my child.
Running again, but now welcoming the firmness off the pavement before me.
He waved a hand, and the wind kissed my cheeks
Dried the fire rolling down my face.
Man down….man up. Woman up…woman down.
Do not allow scum from hell cause you to press pause…
You have a duty my child. Speak it. Be it, or leave it. Claim your crown.
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