The Formidable Woman
By Robin Krevitsky Ferguson
2nd Place Poem, Formidable Women Essay and Poetry Contest
It’s not the cut of her clothes, or
The style of her hair.
The way she holds a pen, a gun, or her child.
It’s in her mind.
The red blood cells of her heart,
The very essence of her soul,
It’s an iron rod tight against her spine.
It’s the notion of a wrong needed to be made right,
And not allowing hopelessness to take hold.
Can you tell…she comes through maybe bruised,
But never broken.
