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Starchild

Son of a Empress. Should you not stand tall? If I could hold you, make you leave the darkness. Mend your broken crown, restore the fearless shine in your eyes! If they try to make you small, remember you are born out of Mother Earth. To compare with clouds, roaring rivers, shift of seasons, warming sun.

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Oluwatamilore Anthony

Date: 7/10/2017 3:00:00 AM

I will first of all draw your attention to the first phrase. 'Son of an Empress' not the other way around. As form poem, it seems to be an ode to a friend. Encouraging the person, I like words such as Empress, broken crown and Mother Earth.