Before her fall, angels hailed, demons murmured, she never did engage insolence, awesomeness, she only exhibited more...


Fuel for a thousand,
But no light shines forever, even the sun sets,
So when tragedy struck,
Everyone sane knew it wasn't her fault.

She wept, oh how the skies bled,
Nature had given her a stab in the back,
Aided by mankind's zero discretion,
She stood seemingly a playground for tragedy' leisure,
But never did miss misfortune for a tune to which she should dance too.

She did not drink her pains her way,
Nor smoke her agony in wraps of weed,
She picked her pieces of beauty battered up,
Stood up strong, weeded away the negativities ,
By divinely radiating positivity endlessly, rewriting a dim fate to a shine so great the blind could get blinded by it, her strength she drew from having faith in the finished work of Christ never to yield.

She is the sun shine, upon which many make hay, hey, she's mama, sister, aunt, daughter, niece, she is a woman, divinely superb.


Before her fall, angels hailed, demons murmured, she never did engage insolence, awesomeness, she only exhibited more... And after her fall, she only became greater, she is a woman.

©Cirphrank