She walked out of her mothers womb
hands tied to her mouth
No use in crawling
crying
too busy holding herself the only way she knew how,
quietly
She found more comfort in her thumb than in her own mothers eyes
It was the first time she had been loved
It was the last time she would ever willingly be that vulnerable
Learning then
Tears only fill the gaps between family members
They do not belong on playground battle fields
The birth of a soldier
The doctor whispered to her father,
This ones got spunk
Teach her to fight
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