She holds her head high
Towers over
beat-downs from her men
Stands above
put-downs from the media
Lives life
against the grain
with a deck of cards stacked against her
She stands
Arms outstretched and open wide
Hands upturned, fingers splayed
the weight of her people upon her
Still she stands
Fiercely in opposition
against all injustice
Fighting valiantly for
her sons, her daughters
taking the bumps and the bruises
hailed at her by society
with tears in her eyes and a smile on her face
She stands
Life According to Meka 