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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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