Her Name Is.. Poem by Hannah Farz

Truth hidden behind green eyes,
lies and
never ending cries of frustration.
She awaited the day
when all would fade into the distance and
the slate would be wiped clean.
She stood clear from all that challenged her.
Played it safe, kept quiet, sat still but
the truth was hidden behind green eyes.
Now strong,
an ox
a rock.
Incapable of giving up.
Speaks aloud and she's fearless.
What shall we call her?
A babbling broken record?
A joyfull confident woman,
A gift? Yes,
A gift.