Mar 2021
In the silence surrounding her she harbors solace,
with a candle burning her imagination and intuition is churning,
She scribes through the hours of the night to reason with the jigsaw of jargon outlined before her.
A scholar defying the norm,
a messy bun with a few strands undone,
that's the mark of her intellect,
it's the crown she carries.
with a candle burning her imagination and intuition is churning,
She scribes through the hours of the night to reason with the jigsaw of jargon outlined before her.
A scholar defying the norm,
a messy bun with a few strands undone,
that's the mark of her intellect,
it's the crown she carries.
To the quarantine bun that got me through the end of my bachelors, through the duration of my Masters, and readying me for a doctorate. This is to the dismantled hairdo that sits atop my head. That's my crown.
Shoutout to she scholars who're shattering the glass ceiling each and every day - make your space in academia.
Shoutout to she scholars who're shattering the glass ceiling each and every day - make your space in academia.
(25/F)
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