Jōb Nikki

“Fighter”

I’m sick of talking about

Fighting for a love

That is buried under resentment and pride

I’m going to talk about 

Fighting to survive

As the crowd boos at the would be bride

For speaking truths

And feeling the weight of the monuments 

She was trying to keep propped up 

On bent shoulders

Already collapsing

But look at her 

As she looks to the sky

Finds ways to build new cities

And possibly thrive

She’s a fighter

Undervalued

And overlooked

With good ideas

Minimum resources

But a surplus of heart

And and endless soul