Simoné, we've only just begun to know one another
But I must already tell you that you ... simply ... inspire me
You, who took care of her grandma when no one else would or could for love
You, though a child, actively assuming an adult's role as provider and source of security
Somehow, some way you found the School of Hope, your saving redemption
And so, you've seized your chance to erase the past, to jettison gangs and young motherhood
Now you arise as a captivating phoenix displaying a beautiful new story for others to follow
With family who've become friends, a playful spirit, and a destiny filled with hopeful service
You are fun and brave. We met because you dreamed and dared enough to step onto another bird
And fly here --- with your glorious kinky hair, creamy mocha skin, and eyes that bid me enter into your soul
Your path from Jo'burg to the City That Never Sleeps has given you new chapters
Transformed, your doubts buried in their concrete graves, by ordinary New Yorkers walking the streets daily
Now you stand blissfully tall walking in complete even in solitude
You are free, filled with hope, living out of the box, setting others free from their invisible barriers
You return soon to South Africa knowing life will never be the same
You will make sure to encourage your younger brother and sister to graduate from school
Simoné, you will, you are making a difference determined to inspire
And so, at your watch, there will be no more poverty and kids will finish school to live hopeful lives
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