I AM TAMAR
I
am not a weeping willow, nor a shrinking violet.
Many
have tried to break my spirit,
No
matter what life has brought against me,
My
spirit remains intact and my will remains strong.
I
am like butter that has been beaten and whipped into cream.
And
cream always rises to the top.
I
am a palm tree.
Storms
may rage against me, and fierce winds may blow,
I
sway back and forth, and I may even bend.
But
I never, ever, break.
I
am Tamar.
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