She saw dust,
Had sacks as clothes.
The smile on their faces was scorn-filled and hurtful.
She was torn,
Had tear-filled eyes.
The look on her face was of sorrow and fights.
But still she rose,
They knew not how.
With dust, and rags, and blood in her heart.
But fight she fought,
'Till dawn from dusk.
A Victor, she crushed all the naysayers' lies.
Be it in rain,
Or under the sun.
She endured and endures the pressures of life.
But now it is,
Ordained it now is.
She is ready, a born fighter, a leader, a Queen.
- The Lady.
“And God said, Let there be light: and there was light.”
Genesis 1:3
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