When the walls of Jericho came tumbling down
and I was the last one standing—
in my peat moss sandals,
adjusting my crown as a modern lady,
"I’m almost four decades younger than him."
A fact I could no longer lean on heavily,
but like a boxer on the ropes,
fighting a childhood nightmare,
I must accept it, like a punch—
This is simply me, as I was always meant to be,
and no one else’s doing.
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