Proud and built with a smile
She stands tall
For a little while
Her faith is wavered
Her hope is weak
Her pain is a badge
Only for her to keep
Through tumultuous pains
Uneven and weathered
She clings to her heart
Hoping it gets better
For strangers
She’s solid, unbroken and meek
Yet on her shoulders she holds the world
Without a budge or a blink
In plain sight
She puts up no fight
Hoping that people believe she’s alright
Too proud for her weakness
She broadens her smile
She knows how to do it
She’s done it for a while
Tears are crippled behind her stare
Nothing out of place
Not even her hair
Very put together
Polished and complete
Stands the little brown girl from the pillar
Who fought for love and had to retreat
The H is Silent 