The Art of Being a Women
I am in a constant state of metamorphisis
Developing my love to be stronger than the days before
my courage never reaching a limit.
Embracing waves of emotions & experiances
using them to sharpen my mind;
insted of retracting.
Confusion,
Beauty,
and Soul,
all colliding but never ending.
No, " Viola - im finished!"
beacuse I was never incomplete in the first place.
My passions constructing whilest enriching my soul.
Letting myself be free to create, beacuse I was created.
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