Rhyming Stripes
Striped of black and white, her gold is always worn
she Travelled of an ample world, for life
How dangers loomed, how overcame, forlorn
How does Zecora blossom in her strife?
Crystal gaze of turquoise, glowing of fire,
To Dream and learn of the edges acquire
Her will, her form, her voice, is her empire
Where rhyme has soul, passion, meaning desire
Passed from her blood to bleak, nature took beat,
Yellow its sands they were, for terror’s toll,
Lifeless darkness collapsed, sustained conceit,
Where she found rhyme, down the trails for a stroll.
Wondered at ends of grace, her follies wake,
Impressed, she made a home in little town
Struggle of cold result, where doors forsake,
Where one bravely avvowed to end her frown
Is her coat Black on white or white on black?
Zecora is the one whose rhymes won’t crack.