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She wrote:

“You may write me down in history with your bitter, twisted lies

You may tread me in the very dirt, but still, like dust, I’ll arise” Maya Angelou

 

Indeed she arises at daybreak with luminous hues of love and care

She may be gone, but her name will be a song of a blissful daybreak

Her legendary time on earth was nothing but a breath of fresh air

 

At daybreak sounds of acclamation for her work will echo the mountains

With African drum beats striking the earth she walked on with runes of salutation

About her exit from the physical world onto the spiritual world of the ethereal

People will gather and dance to the sounds of the drums

 

And dust shall lift from the ground like a whirlwind

As people stamp their feet making a thudding sound and sending shivers to the body

Hips ‘ll move in unison like a poet spits her words in lyrical verse that arouses the soul

 

loud accreditation of her work ‘ll resound in from one corner to the next

Her words so strong like a pipeline of dreams sending a burning desire to arise

 

At daybreak water ‘ll flow down the stream onto tributaries of hope and love for the hollow heart

It will whisper songs of hope and strength to rise up and shake down the ills of yesterday

And give many a renewed chance to claim a place at the high table of filled with love

Because love overshadows darkness with a tickled daybreak and brings forth a new beginning

Arise!

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