Phoenix

Despised from birth
Oft' cursed as blunder.
She wrought and toil
From dusk till dawn.
'Silence' - her loudest voice
E'er drawing sarcastic eyes.
Though belittle her heart beats strong
Wrapping in love her little ones
That none can break nor beat it down.
She is the girl child
The second best;
Forever fighting for her place.
But like a phoenix she rises again
Over and over though burnt to ashes.
She is the woman
Who soars in grace
Embracing pain and joy alike.