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She was the Best of the Worst of the Good

She was the best of the worst of the good.
We were in awe of her, because of it.
Her parents were fearful that she would never find a man.
Silly folks.
She never needed one.

She was outspoken, yet not outed in any other way.
Her own woman, sure of herself, and ready to advocate
For any underdogs who came under her umbrella,
Or into her mind’s eye in any way.

Some said she was crazy
Devoting her life to others.
She spent all of her money
Helping them get ahead.

What better way
To be the best of the worst
Of the Good? 

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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