She was turned away.

Always turned away.

They say she's not strong enough,

Not fast enough if something goes wrong.

They say, they say.

They lie.


Couldn't get an education, they'd remind.

They said she couldn't fight.

She'd show them all some day.

They were wrong.

She was no worse.

Not even an equal.

She was better.


She comes back again,

With cut hair and a baggy shirt.

They must have had too much to drink to notice,

Because they let her try.

And she succeeded.

She passed.

And she laughed.