Lucky is the SHE born on the continent
But many are the struggles that freeze her smiles.
Struggles that send chills down her spine
Rendering her incapable of standing by herself.
The time of her conceiving usually unplanned
Mostly the product of something meant to be for fun.
You often do not find her birth surrounded with love
One of the people who are eager to feel her tiny fingers
And behold the beauty of her face.
Her mother filled with mixed thoughts
Smiling in the midst of her tears
Wondering what life beholds for her little human
Who keeps on screaming on top of her lungs.
Little by little the once defenseless being
Begins to learn what it means to survive
From the first steps, she begins to take
Wearing the armor of warriors
To fight in a war she was born into.
Actually – this is perfect timing. Exactly what I need for my side project!