By Jennifersoter Ezewi

She cried before she started smiling
On a date wherein she came forth.
Becoming so many things as time goes on
Yielding to the will of her Maker

As:

Poetry became her forte;
Dancing became her fun;
Music became her lost;
Yet artistically performs in art
Leaving no stone unturned
In the world of fashion creating beautifully
As if creativity accompanied her here
Because she is made of more...

Touching lives her way;
Growing wings without fear
In the midst of fierce challenges
Looking forward.

Unbeatably making waves in places
Yet to be unfolded.
Sealed lips: breaking limits.

Jenny, the unbeatable Soter
Rolls in Royce wherein no fear is
To sink the insurmountable levels of servitude
Playing pranks: as if life belongs to them.

19th comes every January to celebrate her
Even in the luxury of 2020 whose echoes
Resounds: "happy birthday Jennifersoter!"