The rose that you see, is not without its thorns,
the person you see, is not without her qualms,
but she is a rose,
that grew from concrete,
survived the stepping on and the sun's heat,
which acted as a refiner to bring her to WHERE SHE IS!
#I Am The Rose That Grew From Concrete
Je le suis quoi je le suis....
I am what you believe me to be.
Mon Dieu est la source de ma joie.
My God is the source of my joy.
Rume rimwe hari kombi chiru
A man who works alone cannot build anything- Shona Proverb.
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