Amari, with eyes of firelight.
Born of sorrow, forged in pain,
Yet hope within her heart did reign.
A child of Africa, torn away,
From home and family, come what may.
Across the sea, a cruel, dark fate,
A life of hardship, a soul to hate.
Yet strength she found, in whispers low,
Of ancestors, a love aglow.
Through trials faced, with spirit bold,
Her voice arose, a story told.
Of kinship forged, in bonds unseen,
Of courage found, where hope had been.
With every step, a fight for grace,
For freedom's dream, a sacred space.
Amari's spirit, a beacon bright,
A testament to love and light.
In Copper Sun, her story lives,
A flame that burns, and hope revives.