No need for brute force
or power where finesse would do.
She knew her mind.
Smaller, maybe not as physically strong,
she let her mind make up the difference.
There were those who tried to diminish her,
not from a place of superiority,
but from a place of fear.
Who was she to think she could realize her dreams?
They’d find out.
©February 2018, Christina Anne Hawthorne
*Another Riparia (my Ontyre protagonist) poem.