Musings of a Meandering Mind

She is they. She is ze.   She is them. She is we.   She is you. She is me.   She is your neighbour, Your sister, Your cousin, Y our teacher.   She is your friend. Your aunt, Your boss, Y our preacher.   She is the C.E.O. in a power suit and heels. She is the grandma who makes the best meals. She is the celebrity you would love to meet. She is the destitute living on the street. She is the small child filled with fear. She is the woman you see in the mirror.   She is many voices Choked back by tears Of criticism   O f humiliation.   She can’t even whisper Silenced from fear. O f rejection O f retaliation.   She is they. She is ze. She is them. She is we.  She is you.   She is me.