A Beautiful Representation
The Woman That Prevailed
A beautiful representation
of an artistic creation
unveiled before the eyes
discovered a way for elevation
frustrating it must have been
although, she kept prevailing
darkness once had engulfed her
however, she kept sailing
keeping her boat afloat
Across the vast ocean
of predators in the open
She knew that she was chosen
to paint the perfect picture
soon enough be the victor
instead of being the victim
at the time she was imprisoned
so young, she never listened
too stubborn to pay attention
intelligent beyond her years
with love
she aged gracefully
knew that shed overcome
and did it all so patiently
without anyone's help
she only relied on her self
many times
been put down
and stepped over repeatedly
given her heart to certain men
that soiled it in return
she knew the difference between being loved
as well as being burned
she never stooped
to malcontent
as far as she was concerned
what a waste
About the Creator
Kenneth Davis
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