This pretty mask we wear conceals
A closer look beyond reveals-
Resolve: We know where we come from.
Granite City girls are strong!
Forged by fire that heat remains
As magma in volcanic veins.
There’s mica in our eyes that glint
A flash of fire as hard as flint.
And softness too, make no mistake
For we can bend but will not break.
Our Silver City’s calm allure-
We mirror: We will too endure.
By Fiona Lochhead April 2013