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I am Me


 

 


Her eyes change as the seasons come

Her head held up high as she walks the halls

She speaks her mind with no problem

She walks around with her crown in confidence

She lets you know that as a queen,

nothing can make her cause a scene.

She is lioness and God’s child,

who makes mistakes that are worthwhile.

She can be sweet, she can be mean.

Look into her eyes and you’ll see that that

little bit of green is more than just green

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Tekoah-Mikneiah
<p>My little Sister</p>

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