She tried to cleanse the aura,
the darkness and the loneliness of others,
Attempted to be kinder as to protect their peace,
no, she ain’t majestic, she breathes for humanity.
In the places, some search for fortune,
she searched for everybody’s prosperity.
Some questioned her loyalty,
painted her with colours unwanted.
Suppressed her and her presence,
telling her she was a sin.
Where would she go then to believe in herself,
to see that her kindness isn’t beautiful in the eyes that only know torment?