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write a poem about the life of annie turnbo malone
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In a time when dreams were shackled tight,
A visionary arose, igniting the night,
Annie Turnbo Malone, with spirit so bold,
A story of triumph, in history told.
Born in the heart of a world so confined,
Where hope flashed like lightning, yet often maligned,
In a humble abode, with a will made of steel,
She stirred up the waters, began to heal.
With a heart full of purpose, and wisdom to share,
She crafted her potions, with delicate care,
A pioneer of beauty, her formulas spun,
Transforming the struggles of daughters and sons.
From St. Louis’s streets, her resolve took its flight,
Through trials and hardships, she forged her own light,
Embracing her legacy, she built an empire,
Empowering women, lighting their fire.
Through education’s prism, she widened the scope,
Her products and vision gave women more hope,
A testament written in curls and in waves,
Unveiling the beauty that society braves.
Her salons became havens, where laughter could bloom,
Where the weight of the world lost its burdensome gloom,
From innovation’s forge, her spirit ignited,
In a world still resistant, her essence delighted.
Yet beyond the horizons of beauty and fame,
Annie’s heart echoed a powerful name,
A philanthropist’s grace, she uplifted her kin,
Through kindness and courage, she welcomed them in.
So here’s to the legacy, grand and divine,
Of Annie Turnbo Malone, through history’s line,
A woman of vision, who changed the old ways,
Her life a bright beacon, that still fiercely stays.
In the tapestry woven of struggle and fight,
Annie’s name shines forth, ever brilliant and bright,
For in every curl, every dream left unfurled,
Lives the spirit of beauty that transcends the world.
A visionary arose, igniting the night,
Annie Turnbo Malone, with spirit so bold,
A story of triumph, in history told.
Born in the heart of a world so confined,
Where hope flashed like lightning, yet often maligned,
In a humble abode, with a will made of steel,
She stirred up the waters, began to heal.
With a heart full of purpose, and wisdom to share,
She crafted her potions, with delicate care,
A pioneer of beauty, her formulas spun,
Transforming the struggles of daughters and sons.
From St. Louis’s streets, her resolve took its flight,
Through trials and hardships, she forged her own light,
Embracing her legacy, she built an empire,
Empowering women, lighting their fire.
Through education’s prism, she widened the scope,
Her products and vision gave women more hope,
A testament written in curls and in waves,
Unveiling the beauty that society braves.
Her salons became havens, where laughter could bloom,
Where the weight of the world lost its burdensome gloom,
From innovation’s forge, her spirit ignited,
In a world still resistant, her essence delighted.
Yet beyond the horizons of beauty and fame,
Annie’s heart echoed a powerful name,
A philanthropist’s grace, she uplifted her kin,
Through kindness and courage, she welcomed them in.
So here’s to the legacy, grand and divine,
Of Annie Turnbo Malone, through history’s line,
A woman of vision, who changed the old ways,
Her life a bright beacon, that still fiercely stays.
In the tapestry woven of struggle and fight,
Annie’s name shines forth, ever brilliant and bright,
For in every curl, every dream left unfurled,
Lives the spirit of beauty that transcends the world.