They paint her black and cast her down, cutting deep wounds with their evil tongue. She who is painted black has the brightest light and the spirit of a lioness with the courage to fight. They are the flesh of her flesh and blood of her blood, yet they discard her as a stranger only remembering her in times of need and in times of danger. Nevertheless, she claims them as her own and I will live to see them bow to her cause she owns the throne. Life is a cycle of good and bad, some of those things you have to leave to god. They paint her black but her heart is gold she has endless love in that golden ore.

Done by:KCG
Rappel :Un enfant qui vit milieu tolérant  apprend la compréhension