O my Liberian girl, you are beautiful!
Your beauty speaks from the way those curves twirl and swirl when you move; majestically dancing to its own rhythm
How beautiful are your scars—
It tells of your beauty, that even through pain you are beautiful.
You are carefully crafted because you are art—
Look at your artistic stretch marks that form its own patterns through seasons as your body makes changes.
You are second to none; even your famous Liberian jollof can not be compared.
My Liberian girl, you are captivating; captivating enough to have the King of Pop sing of you— yes you, you are a world changer;
Your country faced 14 years of war but you still stayed on your knees pushing through—
Not just a beauty but a warrior.
Through various tribes, your beauty flows and through years past it has never changed.
Beauty runs in your genes—
Genes so strong, passed on from generations.
Authored by Jedidiah
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The poem is so beautiful.
Thank you so much