Lone wolf | #NaPoWriMo 2018 | Day 23

So defined was her part in the play
that every diversion was seen a slay.
Belittling her voice, they stood atop,
finding her chance, she fled the mop.
Kids grew up on her watch, working,
she managed it all, smiling, smirking.
Much was expected of her at all times,
she kept keeping up, without a whine.
Wishing for her an equitable life, world,
walked, ran, letting her dreams unfurled.

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