I once met a man
He was neither rich, nor poor
Nor wise, nor strong
He did not have a big house
Nor had he a fancy car
He did not have fame
Nor did he have jewels galore.
But he did have two beautiful girls.
Each with long tumbling black curls
and expressive green eyes
like two glittering emeralds
They were happy and proud
He told them both day in and day out
"You are who your are, and remeber that
No one can ever take that away from you."
And only one who did, died
Fighting for what she believed in
For she would not be broken
Much to Their despair
She was strong and beautiful.
She was proud
Of course they would call her that
For her sister fell to her knees
Begging for mercy.
But no, not her
She would never be degraded.
And she died a proud, beautiful woman.
