She was shy, soft spoken, and last but not 

least she was cautious. Her love for others

was strong but her love for herself was

much stronger. She called it self-love 

being free, feeling the soft brezze

day and night. No matter what people

thought she was able to breathe in

peace, because she had self-love. 

This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world


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