When she was born they said,
"This child is destined for greatness"
We can see it in the sparks in her eyes,
The walk-in her stride,
The echo in her voice,
And the gentleness in her touch.
We can see the determination in her face,
The will power in her ways,
The intoxication of her sent,
And the authority without lent.
She carries her culture with such pride,
Her language with such sass,
The dark pigment in her skin,
Doesn't stop her competing.
The beautiful art,
Of her lovely locks,
The curly fibres that come together,
Nearly as tight as the gut.
This child was crown from above,
A force we cannot preserve,
The beauty in her voice,
As she sings her one true song.
"Because I Can, I Must!"
-MissB
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PoetryThis is a first hand ride into my mind, hence the title. So hop inside, shut the door and enjoy the ride. ----------- This is my first time doing anything like this so please bare with me. Also I'm dyslexic so might have a few spelling mistakes Ple...
