A poem I wrote in my first period, formed in the margins of my notes.

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You want something? Go get it.

Stop waiting for the rain to clear and grab an umbrella. Or better, just go in the rain.

The world has rainy days, and so do people. God doesn't call for a break or shut down the world when it begins to rain- we keep going.

So this is your rainy day, keep going. You're not going to get anywhere sitting underneath that blanket and watching TV. Nobody is going to get it for you.

And even if they do... did you earn it? No.

Listen, girl.

This is a fight. Your fight. And you are your own army. Call to your army, your legs, fingers, arm, chest, heart, head, and prepeare for war. Load up your guns and march timingly with your head high.

Don't even think about hiding in the trenches and keep the progress going. I know it's muddy, and you just want to lay down- but you're not going to. Because you're a woman.

Wipe up your tears and sniff up your snot, take a shaky breath and raise your chin.Be a warrior. A force to be reckoned with. Be nature. Be a woman.

Because thats what you are and God, should you be proud.

Theres no medal for being a woman, and after this war you won't even get a pat on the back. But at the end of the day, while your looking at yourself in the mirror wear your God-given medal proud. You're a woman, and thats the best medal you'll ever recieve.

Now, forget the umbrella and grab your rainboots. Fight this rainy day.

You Woman.