She was beautiful
With a pop of black goodness
Her dreams were timeless
She was blessed with youthfulness
How naive she was
She put her time to a pause
The world evolved but at her loss
Her age grew to be laws
Her dreams fell apart
Footprints left in her paths
Thoughts ripped her to parts
30 came early
Chance smiled at her gracefully
For moments to be relived wonderfully
Time grew agelessly
As 30 came early
Strong she grew and brave
The strength to fight and not in grave
She grabbed the chance to make it right and drive
30 came early but it used her back door.
By Ingrid Edem.
