My life has changed courses over and over.
Good luck is as rare as a four leaf clover.
But when I find it, I'll basque in the shine.
I am where I'm at because of my life, it is mine.
Don't shake your head, have pity nor evny.
I work with what I am given, and trust me its plenty.
Of love shared and surrounded by smiles and joy.
You can see me beaming, no more being coy.
I've been modeled and molded to the woman I've become,
So that when my character stepped in, society would numb.
My proundness I will wave and no I will not fall.
Let them know who I am, show the world, tell them all.
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