In a town where hearts of gold do shine,
A pageantry program, a noble sign.
For ladies with zeal, love that's pure,
To serve humanity, they endure.
From a humble background, she arose,
With love to serve, her passion flows.
Enrolled, she faced a cruel divide,
Treated like trash, but she didn't hide.
Through every stage, she persevered,
In the face of judgment, she steered.
On the last day, the crown seemed lost,
But in her heart, a fire, a cost.
They almost gave it to another's grace,
But in her soul, she found her place.
For God was by her side, steadfast and true,
He gave her the crown, for she'd earned it, too.
In the face of adversity, she stood tall,
Proving her worth, she gave it her all.
With courage and grace, she wore her crown,
A symbol of triumph, love's renown.
©mercyada
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