1Through the mire, she dragged
On her elbows and knees,
Her battered, bruised self
Bleeding, ragged and ravaged.

Scathing words dealt blame,
Told her, to dress better
Entice and allure lesser-
Be less human, less female.

Cast down eyes cast her out
Refuted her right to survive;
Neither balked nor backed down,
Refused to be refuse, less alive,
For a crime, an onus, not her own,
Relentless, she trudged and journeyed on.

N.B. Some things don’t get said often enough. Though it does seem obvious, we often are oblivious.

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About Guria

An Artist in Science: A Misfit 'cause I choose to be one. "Whenever you find that you are on the side of the majority, it is time to reform" And a Maverick, because, I'm... umm... brilliant?
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