Always Remember

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    Always Remember

    What was that day again?
    That day she could go back and remember when....
    it was the 5th of August, around 3:55pm
    She was asked to write a poem.
    whose words can cast out any opponent.
    This divine young queen full of beauty brains & intellect,
    stuck in a hardcore shell thats mean with no regret.
    Many wonder and try to figure out this youth and already a queen?
    Why? Because through those days of thunder she trys to grasp within herself
    and not just a shoulder to find to lean
    Shes getting older and the pain grows.
    Months change on the calendar for only god knows
    Traumatized to this certain point and searches for strength and support
    Yea, this queen isn't alone, there are others out there worse with no tone.
    Imagine being bruised and betrayed by the ones who helped give you life
    ......or being cut so deep those wounds that stentch start to leak.
    Through it all this youthful undefined queen has shocked
    and will shut the mouth of others to the supreme.
    Those mouths which have stabbed her like razor blades, will in time
    be denounced as she stands in the shade. Is it the what goes around
    comes around Karma she stands by?
    Yeah,...she knows the truth and as a queen it will come
    out soon as time flys.
    WHAT A QUEEN?!?!
    She has the ability to love even though the others would hate.
    So caring, giving, with a beautiful heart.
    This queen is daring, living yet writing these unsoothful parts.
    No heavy worries but a weakened heart.
    Losing so much just not giving up.
    There is a higher hierarchy who will turn all those wrongs into rights.
    As she awaits mind wondering patiently,
    God sees her noble yet light heart and the true virtue for this queen
    will appear on the path she has left to live here.....






    BEAUTIFULLY BLESSED

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    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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