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The matchstick girl
Every morning
She walks down the road.
Basket full of matches
Held in frostbitten fingers.
Calling out.
No one hearing her.
Begging for love.
Pleading for warmth.
Craving for food.
Hoping someone will need -
Women hall of fame
I look up at the wall,
Seeing all the women,
Who have been through so much,
Just trying to be themselves,
Fighting for their sisters,
Their daughters,
And their mothers.
All these women holding up the world for so long. -