Her ever focus on the floor, her omission of opinion,
She was as talc or gypsum;
Fragile from his scoffs at other women her size,
And her lack of education.
Temperature—
Her attention averted to their unplanned newborn,
Only two hands to take care of the boy.
Ignoring the quiet whispers of condemnation;
The girl’s tenacity growing as obsidian.
Pressure—
Closest kin instantly her accepting allies;
A parish of parents.
Encouraged by this entourage,
Her textural transformation becomes crystalline.
Association of new elements—
Making decisions for her little family,
A gem has formed.
Polished by tumbling and getting back up;
Valuable and desired.
Refined.
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