Free Souls Are Deities
I am a descendant of Cleo and King Tut.
Warriors in my bloodline.
We came a long way.
My ancestry ain't never lied
so I walk with a strut.
I love my full lips.
I love how chinky my eyes are.
My physique is unique.
I don't really have to try hard.
My God.
I should not be where I am today
but I am though.
Doors just keep opening.
I'm blessed and highly favored.
Now I know why the caged bird sings.
Word to Maya Angelou.
I'm not flawless but my soul is.
A soul may be tainted
but souls do not die.
They can be regenerated.
So in fact I am flawless.
I'm so glad that I learned
that the universe made me flawless
in every sense of the word.
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