Rawn MacDon

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She promised me the world; the answer to my dreams
Her exterior mirrored lifes woes, hammered in her being
She represents opened doors, the end to the struggle
gave her public their muscle the will, want and gusto
She breathed of fresh air, with her high-nose to the crowd
a bacillus of beauty, froze; toes close to the ground
Stood for her ideals, principals, sentiments, truths
Screamed of silent struggles; drowned in cemented shoes
Her complexion reflected the jaded feeling she felt
her presents a blessing, her sight's healing and help
she was a visionary french kiss, a moments slip into bliss
a hedonistic trip to freedom, liberty, to vote...to live
she was born for the downtrodden, sculpted in their shape
a neoclassic representing the classes of a caring state
never to be forgotton, she holds her torch only for them
as a monument of promises; a women that lords over men