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Her ebony radiated
As she stood in elegance
Now ready to tell the story to the glory
Everyone lost in her beauty
Like the pink roses that grace the morning
We couldn't resist applauding
It became more interesting
The applause not ending
I needed to know who she was
What the story would be

Then she got to the podium
Got a hold of the microphone
Took a deep breath
So deep that I got a lot more interested in the story
Even before she could start

She gave a broad smile
Rolled her eyes through the length 
and breadth of the large hall
Then she began
With a subtle but sweet and confident voice
She began
‘Ladies and gentlemen
I saw this day coming long time ago
Did I understand it?
Not quite sure...
But one thing you must take from me today is
Persistence, hard work and diligence brought me here
Believe in yourself
Believe you can make it
And finally have unwavering faith in God
Thank you...’

She took a bow
With a gracious smile gazing round
The ovation was like no other
As she made for her seat

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I struggled for too long Being who I wasn’t Fitting  my circle into other people's 
perfect squares -- into all their
expectations for me Their perception was all that mattered What they will see and say Their standard for success and achievement
I showed up acting who I wasn’t Like a dancing monkey under obligations to perform magic To gain their recognition and affirmations for being who I wasn’t Against being Me
I broke the chains and gained freedom the day I stopped looking at myself through other people’s lenses because I discovered people wore lenses tinted and shaded to suit them not Me
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Housed in a container Moved in it Identified by its aesthetics But sometimes lost in it Who exactly am I the container or the content
Sometimes I try so hard to figure exactly what it is about this combo Sometimes complicating other times compelling sometimes conflicting other times cooperating
Influenced by the countless conversations with  the inner and the  outer the seen and the unseen the known and the unknown Then I discover It goes beyond this container there is something about content
As adorned as this container maybe embellished with so much beauty the content remains the substance that give it credibility Beyond the container that interacts is the content that keeps the flow is the content that leaves  memorable impacts
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