She was a fighter
But not in the way that she resisted at all cost, or that she was prone to violence
No,
She fought for her happiness every day of her life
Small battles were fought almost every hour, for her foes kept her on her toes
Even those close to her fought alongside her, but many times they would lose or give up
For, they did not understand what winning really was
They would cry and yell and complain,
Why must I fight?
Why will noone fight for me?
What are we fighting for anyway?
But she, she never asked such questions and she woke at daybreak every morning
Prepared for battle
For, she knew she had already won
because
She was blessed with another day to fight
