She walks beneath the sun
like someone who borrowed light
from heaven and forgot to return it.
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Words in her mind, galaxies in her eyes,
and an afro that rises
like a soft crown of quiet rebellion.
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She is the kind of girl
who sees poetry in sidewalks,
storylines in strangers,……
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