lady libertiy

Lady Liberty


How sad for our daughters to suffer for our son’s destruction
Oh how my heart cries, when my sister dies for me
How my blood seems to stop flowing as I digest the sorrow
Of her spilled Blood upon this table of mans creating
Oh how she finds her place beside the worriers who served her home
She softly straitens her hair she was given with a comb
Making right her beauty in a place of war
She stands without acknolagment but still she finds her place
As she is robbed of the gratitude from those who owe it
Her blood runs the same from a smaller vein
Yet the color of the shed opon this desert sand will always be the same
How much sacrifice is sacrifice how marred our sister’s face
How scared and maimed her elegance
Our lady of liberty, cries for her own
In this battle that knows no sex, no difference with hate
She asks who she must follow she is careful who she trusts
She trusts her father to show her where to fight
She was a soul before she became a women
She was a women before she became a warrior
And she was a soldier before she gave it all
She was not cohearsed by a nation her trumpit was not sounded
She was not pressured or pursuded by a generation
She was not honored or saluted for her dedication
She exerts her muscular force, the whole she is given
She doesn’t hold back, she knows she must earn
Every drop of well treatment
Respect is of little value it is something she has learned to live without
Something she knows she won’t fully recive
She is decorated with honor, yet it is perceived as inferior to true honor
She fights for men but she stands for women
Imposterous in mans perception
she is devoured by the wolf of mascullenity
yet she perishes the same sadly at times without repentance
how much courage is courage
who examines a character to find courage
it cannot be seen from the frame of the body or the make-up of the gender
when looked for we become blinded to her struggle
it is only seen when she sweats the blood of bravery it is plaqued and trophied only by her casket as she passes
she is only saluted in memorial with her rifle strait
the helment her protector in battle stands now a symblol of what she deserves
she stood once proud of a nation that forgot her
but she was not dismayed by mans correction
she fought for her brother and stands beside them
but she is remembered by her sisters saluting
the frame that holds her face
she never knew why still she never questioned her equality
a soldiers life she lived in a service forgotten
but something inside us all makes us weep for the blood she poured upon the ravages of men
she holds her dignity and if it is stolen or given to a mans conflict
it is still remembered
whos blood can buy us freedom
whos sweat gives us liberty
men rise and fall to the call of duty
for it is burned into their mind
the live to preserve that which has been established
they do not choose their service they must protect and nothing less
but what place can a women find
she chooses death over life
she chooses struggle over love, .she chooses war over peace, she chooses soldier over freedom but who will remember their choice will history share in expressing where they stood
will my mothers and sisters daughters and granddaughters be saluted while they live as well as in their death, does not sun shine upon their tomb the same
but she lives today and bleeds tomarrow, but her lifes
impact will never be deserved only excepted
either in thanksgiving or lost in a trench of granted freedoms
I will as a brother not forget the blood of a soldier , not a women , but a warrior,
That no man can contend to take from this women who stands next to us
Like our statue with a touch to free us
I hope I will not to forget the body of the blood
That lived inside our emblem of triumph
She stood to fight
She stood to live
And when she cries with blood or tears
Her pain for us is felt the same