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She is the architect of her fate,
Rising to weave what only she can create
She leads her own way instead of being led
While still earning her daily bread
She is a holistic generalist instead of a specialist
Pioneering a unique way to be of benefit
Stepping back to see the whole beneath it all
She mixes potent medicine out of what nourishes us all
She awakens and touches the depths of her inner resilience,
As she stays attuned with her innocence
The language of her hands, and the rhythm in her hips, speak the truth
As she breaks glass ceilings and raises the roof
Her vibrant indigo wings break through her chrysalis
Transforming heartache into shimmering gold like an alchemist
There is truth in simplicity
As it shines on beyond infinity
Beholding and offering the wisdom of her fierce, tender heart,
She creates emotional literacy through art
She lifts spirits as they attain merit
While sowing seeds of abundance in order to share it
She meets injustice with discerning hawk eyes
And teaches others to look for their worth inside
What is concealed is brought to the surface to feel and heal,
So that old wounds may be sealed and healed
She doesn't turn from the fire of conflict
When required she illuminates it with piercing light
Harnessing the sword of truth, she cuts through illusion,
When awareness is needed to dispel confusion
Her hands may be small,
but they remain hers to create with through it all
She quietly observe as divine magic opens portals,
Where before there were only walls
Letting hope elevate the lost and scared,
As she bravely reveals her heart, tender and bare
Golden harmonic rhythms softly unfold
from her crimson lips, as a heartening story is told
Her full hips sway in mesmerizing figure eights
As she steps forward to create with the fates
When death's icy breath brushes near,
Her strong will to live, keeps her firmly rooted here
—Melina Powers
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