By Madeline Federle
Staff Writer ‘19
Humans of Power
My pain meant so little.
I was undermined by a man of power.
I was forgotten and tossed away.
I was trash. I was nothing.
You brought back the past.
Where alike women stood alone,
alone with many copies of themselves.
Who fought for our beliefs,
who fought for our rights.
Those who now fear you for your power.
But those faces made history.
For the power rightly belongs to us,
in the hands of the warriors,
whose tears fell harder than your words.
America once embraced the change.
A change that allowed us to grow.
A difference that allowed America to be great.