In mortality’s grip she trudges urban landscapes, head held high, poised for attack,

while the panel of status quo’s question her competency, she alone had held her community up,

battling against the unforgiving challenges, she watches as her people are decimated, generation after generation,

her concealer barely covers the bruises,

to make sense of the carnage,

to make sense of life that’s disregarded ,

to make sense of a public shaming,

to make sense of the double standards,

to make sense of the senseless,

she lifts up her family with grace….