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Defying the Odds
They told her she couldn't.
She showed them a way.
They gave her directions.
She wandered astray.
They claimed that she mustn’t.
She focused her gaze
and she carried on forward,
her pupils ablaze.
They opened the book
and they quoted statistics;
she conjured a set
of opposing logistics.
The evidence favoured
her failure, they said,
but she knew that the evidence
lay in her head.
The world turned against her.
She started to smile,
for idiosyncrasy
suited her style.
She isn’t a spirit,
nor one of the gods –
she’s flesh and she’s blood
and defying the odds.
(published by Forward Arts Foundation)
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