Miss Elegance

She has
arrived, she’s
beautiful,
scarred,
humbled,
and wise.
Most of all
this
woman is alive.
She walks
with a
hint of pride, but
not too
proud
to admit her missteps.
Walking to
the beat
of her
own song, dancing
a rhythm
with every
heart beat I craves her.
widest dream girl.

Dedicated To Ifeoluwa Ote$ aka DjCuppy

This poem is about: 
Me

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