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.
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.
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.