Damali Angelique Duran

June 26, 1993 - January 24, 1994


I came into this world
With a purpose in my life.
No one could understand
The things that I have lacked.

A sunshine (flower) in the meadow
to brighten up the way,
Where darkness ruled
the path I was to take.

I came with the thorns,
That's what caused the pain.
But what's a budding rose
Without the thistles and the thorns?

I was pampered and pruned,
My fragrance filled the air.
A bud of a rose
Getting ready to bloom.

But then the Master looked
And saw the perfect rose.
He took me by the roots
And in His garden I now bloom.

By Irza Rivera Mendez

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