It’s perceived that she is young
But then I realise she is old
How many times should this be told?
Let the truth of this mystery unfold
But let not age be a determinant of maturity
The disguise of the anatomy has hidden its face
She might be too nervous to embrace
But someday the veil shall fall
She will run her own race
Surely she will conquer all.
Then finally she can stand tall.
Perceptions of society defeated
Magnificently created
A unique constellation of attributes.
In a nation a rainbow arises
A rare seed
Observe its germination
Let the young lead.