A Woman Who Carved Her Crown Trimeric
Led through a road paved with fire,
they thought she would incinerate;
Flying with wings of titanium
ashes only raised her higher;
They thought she would incinerate,
instead a hand grenade was thrown;
Propelled with power into the air;
Flying with wings of titanium
nothing could bring her down;
So tough wrapped in a soft sound;
Ashes only raised her higher;
Chipped polish grace sharp talons
of a woman who carved her crown.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2023
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