How can words sum up who you were?
What you stood up for?
What you fought for?
What you died for?
You fought.
Till the end.
for that breath,
that cannot be wounded,
because it comes from
an inviolable I AM.
And even though you are gone.
You are here.
In all of us..
in that sense of knowing
that tells women
they are more than their bodies
their clothes
their skin, their fear, their shame.
That no matter what happens..
they cannot be touched.
Fear is a small word afterall.
So is death.
so so true!!!