Dear BoA, the woman who flies
for 20 years she lives
and of course, she never dies.
An industry she has proven wrong
new ideas she flourishes along
evading those old stereotypes
changing the ideas behind our phenotypes
Her gender stood her back
and her age made her look immature
she kept on moving her track
and an audience she could lure
At only 13 years, she achieved so much
entertainment had never been so strong
she was winning money and eating brunch
she now knew where she could belong
Korea was her first and only market
but she knew she had much more to give
she didn’t wanna sit there and park it
her music was much more than relative
there was much more to explore and live
expanding this art was a new target
It was hard to patch out where to go
Korea was so big yet so unknown
this industry was almost like a tango
too many steps to get to a throne
Where shall she spread the music?
Thou which shall not believe
Korea might have thought she was sick
but she had something to achieve
She saw art and music outside of borders
forgot politics and expanded her art
she knew with much supporters
she could fix something by putting her part
Those who once rose the sun
barely opened arms to the oversea
scared of what could be done
still welcomed to the pod a new pea
The expectations were so low
but her spirit was always high
she had to get carried by the flow
she couldn’t let this chance die
Despite young and filled with innocence
she fixed what those above could not
she just had to give at least her 2 cents
to finally untie the terrible and hateful knot
From years of hatred and distance
no solution came forward from dates back
but with just a little resistance
she became a bandaid to a gigantic crack
her music shattered a glass
so tense but so delicate
a new path opened in the grass
helping create a new delegate
she molded hate into something new
artistry had never been so impacting
a new little strong seed she grew
A bond that was so everlasting
she knew it was her moment to dive in
into a forbidden place she never sorrowed
a sea expected to be so uncertain
two nations that finally followed
she finally knew what success was
generations looked down with pride
she knew she fought for a cause
tears of joyfulness just happily cried
little believe in how much she changed
a new genre she could create
a new way she was able to finally pave
chasing a new place so desperate
for once she knew what to do
she led those behind her into a new era
a new world we have walked into
she is the modern definition of a Guerrera
She has never been so fulfilled
From being the youngest to the oldest
a string of resentment she killed
today, BoA, has become the strongest
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