i AM still here...
So one day,
a little girl was playing,
in the grass,
with the flowers,
one tucked
behind
her
ear...
The next she placed
the flower,
small and dead,
in her father's
cold hand,
as her mom says
Im
still
here...
She grew to be strong,
living through
her parents,
the violence,
all
the
years...
Every time
he knocked her down,
she would
get back up,
dust off,
and whisper
Im
still
here...
So when she's old,
back bent,
eyes gone,
yet,
you know,
how her soul
though
streaked with strife
and
too much
sadness
to
bear...
She will stand up straight
and say,
with her head held high...
Im
Still
Here...
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