There is sadness in her eyes that she attempts
to hide, but we can see it through her long stares.
There is anger in her throat that she tries to silence,
although we can hear it snarled in her words.
There is exhaustion at the end of
each breath. She tries to exhale it away,
except we feel it in her sigh.
There is history, strength and beauty in her
skin, impossible to conceal.