Author has written 6 stories for General, Biography, and Song.
I feel like I can better explain about myself through poetry.
Hail to those who stepped forth to fight for us.
No one would doubt their courage or strength.
I say I that I also want to fight for us
But my family scoffs and keep me from the ranks.
I am a girl. You heard me. A girl.
I can run just as fast or as long as my brother.
I can fight and yet, still I’m passed over
As though I were any other.
I look down at these fingers.
These violinist’s fingers.
These fingers that have moved
‘Cross both piano keys and brick.
These hands that always caught me
Though I rarely slip or fall.
These always dirty fingernails
Helped me jump over many walls.
I look down at these arms.
These strong, ink patterned arms.
These arms that I tattooed
To hid their many scars.
And in the growing twilight
Lay still to watch the stars.