is she dreaming too high
too ambitiously, to greatly
for her conservative society?

cringing with fear
they grimace at the thought
of advancement
from their traditional ways.

"it's time for change" she would cry
"it's time for our triumph" she would beat
into their thicken skulls
dusty from generations of placidity.

but can she win, can she rise above
and better the world around her?

or will the reluctance of her community
become her own enemy
and create a cage, an iron-hand prison
from which she can never escape?

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