She had the curiosity
that might have killed the cat.
The ferocity that made love fall apart,
The colestrol that made them fat.
She had a thought process Very rich,
It hardly counted losses.
An intriguing critique of success,
With imaginary forces.
She had a heart open to friendship,
Of different kinds,Of different differences.
She fell inlove with nature,
To ease life and it's pressures.
Her friendship was precious,
And far more audecious.
She explored and challenged.
she was always respectful and resourceful.
She had something from her culture
That was vicious like the vulture.
Women were disabled,
And constantly tabled.
Her's was a struggle of the century.
To fight for the troubles in bravery.
To liberate from the barbary,
And set limits with a boundary.
©diabetic
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