The Protea of Potchefstroom
For all the girls in Potchefstroom
I am the Protea of Potchefstroom, a firce,
firm, frankly ferocious fortress of female force
I am a relic of Rhenosterfontein royalty, a robust, resilient, regal ruler of the landscape.
My heart is made of unbreakable stone, yet I
nourish all who come into my powerful, protective orbit.
My leaves are sharper than wit, and my beauty cuts right to the core of your very soul.
I am the definite determined, dazzling diamond in Potchefstroom's strong, serene crown.
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