Intelligence was a priority. Top notch, hot shot, beauty and smarts; stupidity was a minority. Chick ill with the sick deal. Boys would steal glances with the chance of asking her out to chill. Sweep her off with some romance. Love set, just at first glance. Disease of the purest form of classiness, she was truly blessed. She dressed with the elegance of a goddess, never cocky, always modest. Seemed flawless from the face down. Many talents, ‘cause she’s well round. Her future’s sound. Secure with the pure ideals her mother revealed. Education came first. Books would quench her thirst. Career came in second. The money, she made, and promotions just beckoned. Religion was her backbone. God’s love set in stone, etched deep from the faith she was raised on. Family, friends, and love were her constants. These were lessons taught by her mother’s own hands. She learned from the best, continued to prosper with no rest. Best dressed, always impressed. Admired by most, she humbly knows. Who was this girl? She wrote this post.

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