She sits with regal pose
Graced like a queen, she stands
Her hair, her crown of glory
Her eyes had seen too much
That weighed heavy on her lips
But beyond all that, she smiles
Her skin, an object of joy and pain
Against all odds, she evened out
Now she looks at her younger self
With pride in her eyes
For through it all,
Like water flowing from a stream
Her life had been breaking barriers
Her life had been boundless…
(c) Chukwudi I.
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