We are fighters.
I remind myself of this every day.
We are fighting for a reason.
What will they say next to belittle our arguments?
Each day we read more lies.
Each day, more people notice.
Each day they make more mistakes.
Silently,
we watch them pile up
As it gets uglier, we stand closer together.
Something to Fight For
To Mark for your unfaltering faith
run to the wind this happy girl
who has her fingertips on the world
she seems to have the midas touch
her friends all love her far too much
run to the wind and meet each day
with enemies hiding and waiting for prey
who want to take all that she gained
their intentions thrive on to defame
run to the wind and do not fear
it is with principle she stands here
she cries her actions are not stealth
her friends ignore her without wealth
run to the wind that is the key
she believes the truth will set her free
Those convene who wish her harm
her allies prepare for battle and arm
run to the wind and face each day
no matter how trying she kneels to pray
she knows her fate rests in their hands
it is with victory she will stand
-Maryanne Chisholm
8/2002
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