Elegance carved in her DNA,

Smile as beautiful as a full moon,
Her home plays as odds against her.

But adversity just isn’t her tomb,
Her strength rivaling hardened metal. She faulters like any human,
But rises like any sun.

Spirit as gorgeous as roses blooming,
One would think she requires a tiara.

To show that she’s a Queen,
But alas, this is false.

Because her strength, is all she needs