fight

24 Jan

she sat there, seething.
her hands was balled up, ready to fight.
ready to fight for what she wanted, no, needed to believe in.

she saw their faces filled with disappointment.
her face coloured with embarrassment, but she stayed on.
giving up means not even taking the chance.
she was stubborn but she knew, deep down, she had to take it.
she had to take a risk.

they were muttering underneath their breath.
she held her breath and waited, for what seemed like an eternity.
decisions were made.
the same old criteria ensued.

she snorted.
things never changed.
but she had. she definitely had.

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