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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 idiosyncracy

suited her style. 

 

She isn’t a spirit,

nor one of the gods – 

she’s flesh and she’s blood

and defying the odds.

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