Born to fear for life was she,
Of her first home, never sure
If they knew she was a she,
Would she see the world outside…
If she did, indeed, see the world
Would they drown her in a tub of milk
Or lay her on a bed of silk
Would she be hugged or be lugged …
Hey girl, hey woman to be, March on, Fearless …
Take your place in the sun, don’t ever apologise
You’re a giver yet you’re a fighter, let them realise…
The world is waiting…
It’s yours for the taking…
Hey girl, hey mother to be, march on,
Fearless……
In response to Daily Prompt: Fearless
Ripples N Reflections 
Thanx Andy….so much needs to be done… Before SHE becomes truly Fearless
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Always begins with the first step then the next and the one after 🙂
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Lovely poem, quite powerful! ~ Mia
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You are one who has always been ‘you’ and have supported and helped everyone to be themselves … a true leader of The ‘Self Help Brigade’!!
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The Fearless U !!!
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Not always Anu….Just carry on … That’s all….with a lot of support from all of you .. 😀
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I love this! I’m trying to come up with something more but I can only muster again that I love this.
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N I love that!! 😁
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Inspiring! May she march on undaunted…
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Thank u…. Same to you…. U are a daunting woman living life on your own terms!! Kudos to you!
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