Beneath the Native sky, Nwaigbo,
Last in line, unique, her life in a swirl.
Troubles with friends, a lonely melody,
Yet, she bears the weight of her first-child legacy.
Lost and abandoned in shadows, she weaves,
Fragility's not weakness; strength in what she believes.
Deep emotions are hidden, a tale to unfold,
In the whispers of self-love, her story is untold.
Beyond the role she plays, yearning to be seen,
In the echoes of reality, where dreams convene.
A journey of love, finding her song,
No longer lost, she'll emerge strong.
In a world that limits, she grapples with chains,
A flower seeking bloom amid life's storms and rains.
The last child, yet a leader she's become,
Nurturing dreams, dancing to her drum.
Left out no more, she rises above,
Her symphony of self-love, a testament to,
Breaking barriers, she finds her way,
Embracing her essence, day by day.
Beyond the role she plays, embracing her truth,
In the tapestry of reality, the spirit of youth.
A journey of love, she finds where she belongs,
No longer lost, she emerges strong.
Dancing to her beat in the tapestry of life,
Breaking free from expectations, embracing the strife.
A palette of emotions, a canvas so broad,
Her fragility and strength are side by side.
Her journey unfolds, a canvas of grace,
A symphony of self-love in every embrace.
No longer limited by societal views,
She rises, she shines, her spirit renewed.
Lost and abandoned, found her way,
In the echoes of reality, where dreams sway.
Her deep emotions, a strength in the light,
In her own story, she takes flight.
Beyond the role she plays, she stands tall,
In the rhythm of reality, breaking the wall.
A journey of love, where she belongs,
No longer lost, she emerges strong.
Nwaigbo, with a story to tell,
In the realism of life, watch her excel.
Unique and cherished, she'll forever be,
A testament to love, authenticity, and accessibility.
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Really nice piece you got here and your delivery, flawless.
Thank you very much