Your daughter is brave.
A soldier going to war
She refuses to look back.
Her shoulders are steel bars carrying the world.
Her face is a battle ground.
Every feature a scar. Left open to fester.
The planes of her stomach have trenches.
White and narrow, they hold her secrets.
The backs of her legs are ammunition.
They are the escape plan.
Ready to seek cover. To aim and fire.

Your daughter is brave.
She carries the evidence of a great war
Camouflaged, on her soul.
When she smiles you see the refugees,
Hiding in plain sight, seeking shelter.

Your daughter is brave.
She cracked the code.
A mirror image,
The enemy always stares back.