She rises as a great tidal wave from the ocean, bringing forth
a breath of freshness to a community of mortal corruption.
She places her feet firmly on a land of catastrophic political mischief ready to do battle.
She spreads wide her arms to shelter her children, as a mother eagle protects
her young from the storm. She carefully plans her strategy then awaits her time
for the perfect strike. She is willing to give everything of herself in order for the
rights of survival, willing to be a sacrifice for the cause to a strong belief that
we have the right to be heard as a people. She is a rock, an iron plate of justice, a
heroic flag blowing in the breeze. For her, this is only the beginning of many
battles, she is steadfast, unmovable a force not to be reckoned with. Her voice will
be a constant reminder that we will never surrender, we will survive.
The grace of the eagle.
The courage of the lion.
The strength of an ox.
The endurance of the bull.
The watchful eye of the panther.
All with the tenderness of a mother.
We love you Ash-lee.