Survivor inscribed Beauteous

Just like a snow storm on a beautiful February night
Her eyes are piercing and beautiful like the moon's light

A personality that radiates like the warm golden sun
During her years of youth she lived her life and had fun

A sargent at arms is what she is; survivor of the fit
her kindness is not weakness, she won't take your shit

There is an unbelievable hell in which she had to endure
Yet she did what any mother would do and that is ensure

That she try to train a boy to be a man
in a world she herself did not fully understand

The streets are a place that dwell so many unsung heroes
Yet in stride she took the blows and saluted her fallen foes

Despite her emotional war wounds she still hold her head high
Now her spirit is quiet these days and now she starts to envelop a sigh

Isolation from the outside world and only trust a chosen few
She has allowed in her world, yet she still feels blue

About choices she made and would love to turn back time
heart of gold shows, and will always be remembered as a dime

She never saw then or see her worth now, being blinded by past mistakes
Undertaking of the hell that burns rapidly over a fiery oil slicked lake

That often time burns out of control
Rainy days often take its toll

On her mind and she want to make things right
Anxieties weighing heavy, not sleeping at night

Its now time to forgive yourself and forget the past
Use your remaining time left to bask in the sun, make these moments last

Energy is a channel that is your destiny, you chose
Either you set the dial on winning or you will lose

Survivor is now on your crown and it's inscribed BEAUTEOUS


to my mommy