Independence
There once was a beautiful girl
who always tried to do right
with the help of her mother
she was surely bright
Over the years
Time went by
She was alone
and started to cry
But one day
she told herself
enough is enough
and went along in stealth
“I must get through this!”
she said
prayed hard
and picked up her head
Head held high
She depended upon no one
developing a pride
she could not run from
“Alone”, she thought
was the best way
“no one else”, she thought
would want to stay
Because of the walls
that she put up
she could not get
her cup filled up
with blessings
pouring down from above
many of
peace and of love
Running away from pride
in search of peace
this girl
is me
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