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She Can! by Belva Marie

In the quiet whispers of dawn, she rises,
Strength woven in the braids of her hair,
Battles fought in silent halls echo loudly,
Challenges met with grace, yet they stare.

She walks in rooms where voices falter,
With every step, she claims her space,
Glass ceilings may loom above her,
But she, undaunted, sets the pace.