This is for The Random Writing Challenge Writer's group I am in.
She crouched in the corner and waited.
She felt like she lived her whole life, crouching and waiting. Taking care of others.
She crouched when younger and she realized her skin was different. She waited for other's to accept her for the beautiful person she was on the inside.
She crouched through her relationship that never was fulfilling, that made her think less of herself. Then she left.
She crouched so much within herself that sometimes she forgot who she was and where she came from.
Those days of crouching and hiding are over. She stood up, came out of hiding and she is here.
She knows exactly who she is, where she came from. Listen.