I feel like a thousand women
Fighting
Trying to stay alive
My voice feels weak
My hands not strong
The tears just pour down like puddles in a storm
I quench my breath
And yet in the struggle I feel hope
I want to survive
I don't want to stop
It hurts
It stings like a stampede
I can't lie down
I fight
I remember
I fight
I've never been more alive
Written by Marisol Graciela
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