Born with a grisly naevus on the face,
She became a burden on her family,
For she wasn’t marriage material,
And they lacked the money to sell her off.
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Growing up she had been bullied and derided,
Even the teachers didn’t spare her,
Yet, something in her always burned,
Never letting her succumb to the pains.
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Hence, winning became her obsession,
She was desperate to leave an indelible mark,
And, finally, she bagged the spotlight,
With the birthmark, still there, on her face.
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