Ayat

She was born with a load

That she carried till death

And she walked through this world

With few moments to rest

Stolen from her ideals

That she couldn't have formed

Stolen from her own life

For a chapter unknown

Yet with beauty and grace

She commanded respect

Blossomed into her own

Though the world may forget

Stolen for her design

That they deemed fully formed

She defined her own life

Turned the dust into gold