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Beneath the cold gray skies—proudly she stood.
Stripped bare, naked to the world—arms outstretched
Unashamed and poised in anchored dignity—she stood.
She stood. Unabashed she stood.
Through the peep-holes of window shades
Eyes reached out—touching her beauty:
This ancient lady—
An aged old tree glorified in the autumn of her life.
Now I stand atop this scenic autumn hill, glorifying
My ebony Mother—victimized—stripped bare of God given rights.
Yet with arms outstretched, poised in her anchored dignity,
This ebony queen mastered each day in the autumn of her life:
Unabashed she stood.
