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This poem was published in the May issue of Expressions Unlimited. Read it  here She ain’t the same anymore With expectations Came her discontents No one knows whom her wrath is for No, She ain’t the same anymore With beauty Came her hauteur No one knows how many hearts she tore No, she ain’t the same anymore With talents Came her indomitability No one knows if any flaws she bore And I asked her if she has changed I wondered if times had her feigned And pondered if destiny had this arranged That those attributes she reigned She answers as I, on her, did pore “With sufferings Came my existence Oh Yes, I am not the same anymore.”