Scars

One

Her willow brown hair flows gracefully down her back like a waterfall hidden in the depths of a rainforest. Her eyes simply crystal blue raindrops around a dark smooth stone. Lips a soft pink and velvet texture, never knowing what chapped blistered and dry feels like. Her skin tan but tarnished. Years of pure abuse from the clear and powerful UV rays of the sun.

What she covers, what people don't realize that shes hiding, too caught up in her own horrid imagination, too caught up in what she thinks she looks like. Scars, light and dark embedded in the canvas of a beautiful girl's skin. Some small while others are never ending, finding a way to wrap themselves around not only her limbs but her heart. Each scar hiding a story, few rather dramatically displayed on her arms as well as her legs. Others deep but small, reaching the core of her being. Her beauty covered in a thin layer of clothing her closest friends and family never knowing of anything other than complete professionalism from the clothes that covers her.

Independent is what her aura screams. Having to grow up fast does that to a small girl but now that small child is a strong woman that has learned to only rely on herself. Building an empire for her and her future generations, not having her children go through what she had to. Wealthy but humble will be taught just as routine as reading the Sunday paper. Respect will be demanded not lightly shown with a gentle hand because then it will never be an obligation but that will be amended with time.

Now to go to the subject at hand, what is more powerful than I smart women? Couldn't guess? It's a woman with drive. Without perseverance nothing can get done or ever start.

She starts off every morning with a refreshing workout. Jogging through town normally in a hoodie, sweat pants and a messy bun, hiding in the busy crowds going through glass doors of breakfast restaurants or shopping centers. Hiding in the crowds of the early birds rushing to work without getting coffee stains on their freshly ironed pant suits. Everyone not realizing she is the face on almost every park bench and billboard. That she is the future representation of working women, for women that want a say in there future whether they are freshly graduated, or a drop out to raise children such as there own or their smaller siblings. She wants to be the voice for the women that thought they weren't allowed to speak. She is the future of movement and it all started with letters. Letters that inspired the youth, the kids that stay up studying for grades that will determine what scholarships they get, the kids that have to hand wash there clothes so their mom can work two jobs, the kids that work every second there not at school because they are the only source of income for there family. She speaks to the people that hide how emotionally broken they are inside, she gives hope to the hopeless because if she doesn't who else will.

Stopping her jog to witness the homeless on the streets, to witness the petty thieves trying to get their next meal, and to witness little acts of kindness. Because how people act when they think no one is looking matters. We are only as good as our intentions after all. A runner, a man of white grey hair, took his shoes off of his own feet to give a man something to protect his naked, worn, and callused feet. Never looking up to see if it was caught on camera, never caring for the publicity it may cause, no, he did it because if he didn't who else will.

Sprinting to catch up with the now shoeless runner, "sir, may I ask for a moment of your time." Now able to digest every detail of the runner's face. He smiles, the electrifying blue in his eyes shimmering. "I suppose you can but do understand I'm on a tight schedule." Nodding her head,"I completely understand, as am I. Sir, I had to ask but where are your shoes? It seems they have left your feet bare." He looks down as if realizing he no longer has shoes. "It seems they are. Darling, sometimes giving the shirt off your back isn't exactly what people need but the shoes that were once on your feet. I have the luxury to buy another pair of shoes if the five pair at home aren't what I want but some people don't. No need to worry about me." The older gentlemen simply smiled and ran once again. Wishing everyone could be like that. To think of others before themselves is a super power well deserved.