A Rose From Concret
She is,,,,,,, a rose out of concrete
I felt her heart! ! ! and her passion but her sprit, touched my body. I really thought what she was explaining, what she was experiencing, had to be an act or Scene form a t.v show like lifetime.
In the mist of her ashes her sprit was never broken! ! ! ! '
At her breaking point! she never wavered! ! ! ! her heart and sprit, was the strength of a thousand men in battle for freedom. Compassionate, humility
In the mist of being a beacon of lite, her bruises,
her pain, she pushed in her storm and when it rain she stayed he left her for dead! ! ! she for gave with a made up mind she became determined instead. her sweat, her tears wasn't in vain we remembered the woman, a leader, a Queen who made it look easy. But stand today as living example of ship that never sinked! ! ! ! ! !
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