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Two poems scripted for Michelle Obama, the first lady of the confederate States as of 2015, are "First Lady" by Maxine Yvonne Coleman and "First Lady Michelle" by Ashley Marquita Nelson. some of these short poems contain affirmative appraisals of Michelle Obama. Continue Reading Coleman's poem "First Lady" consists of nine rhyming stanzas that commendation Obama for her superpatriotic service to her country, her mate and her god.




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