I may not have rhythm, and I may not be a rapper, but I can write a poem, so maybe the beat in my head will match it. Here goes!
The Woman I Have Become
Do you know the female over there?
That girl who hides it all, with a smile?
You'd never guess the hell she has endured.
The tests of Faith, the trials of life.
You can't see her scars, because she won't let you.
She's got them, trust and believe.
The things she has seen, you'd never believe.
The things she has done, you'd pooh-pooh.
She just shows the good.
She shows you that she has it together.
She shows you her armor, though it's disguised as grace.
Grace. She could use some of that.
Her peace signs are a form of prayer.
She shows everyone she meets.
She prays for peace within and around her.
Peace is something that is truly foreign to her.
She's getting acquainted, however.
Learning.
Failing.
Rebounding.
Succeeding.
Falling.
Living.
© megyoung. 2011
Until next time, peace and love
May the road rise to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
The rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of his hand.
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