A String of Pearls

She was innocent, authentic and pure,

A hidden gem, quite an elegant allure.

She kept to herself and bothered no one,

Dancing freely under the midnight sun.

This worried man and he felt to control,

His ego wanted victory over her soul.

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He ripped open her oyster’s shell home,

To ensure again she’d not freely roam.

He sent her to be refined and polished,

Independence and autonomy abolished.

Now she sits on a string of other pearls,

Missing dancing the midnight sun’s twirls.