Once upon a time,
there was a young bronze girl
who dreamed beyond her block.
Beyond the fences,
beyond the sky.
She wasn’t born with a silver spoon—
but she carried a silver lining.
A spirit that glows in the dark,
a mind that wanders through galaxies
instead of inheritance.
And still—
she saw beauty in a broken world.
She painted dreams where others saw dust.
When she grew older,
she didn’t stop dreaming.
She became a visionary.
She built the things she once imagined.
Her destiny became real—
not by magic, but by will.
Many are called—
they hear the whisper of greatness,
feel the ache of potential,
but turn away.
Few are chosen—
because few choose themselves.
She did.
And in choosing herself,
she chose the world.
Not just to take from it,
but to give it something rare—
richness of the mind,
depth of the soul.
Beauty that money can never buy.
She answered the call.
And that’s what made her chosen.
