Can be chronically misunderstood, By those who are quick to judge. She is like those rare books, That cannot be read by all.
Used to know many faces, Or so she thought. Believed in their projected judgements, Until she finally woke up.
Sun’s warm presence feels so tender, So balanced nothing feels wrong. Daughter connected to her maker, Combined, singing the same song.
Feeling energized and elated, Surfing the clouds, rising in love. A beautiful creature so well created, A perfect vessel that can give birth.
Birth to ideas and generations, Nurturing with conscious words. Dreams of uniting the nations, Visions with open doors.
In the oval office as Madam President, Educated intuition really pays off. She doesn’t ask she just takes it, A brutal commander to rule All.
She’s the Daughter of the Universe, Solid character with a sharp tongue. Discerning is one of her best traits, Roots are strong and deep in fertile soil.
Some underestimate her only to regret it, Her vitality carries a powerful force. The lady leads with confidence, Out of her way or she’ll rip your head off.
RAVEN ARCHER 
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