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Freedom


A woman's body is a temple, she’s the foundation to the Earth. She’s the grace to life. A woman can take so much shit from people yet she lightens up a room with a genuine smile. Lucky man loves her, pathetic man lust for her, and stupid man hurts her. She’s a diamond, rare and full of imagination. She’s wild yet timid, she’s fierce and sensual. But there’s thousands of ways a women can be. She doesn’t have to be put in a box, she can be whoever she wants, she can do whatever she wants, and she can love whomever she wants. As a women, we get judged by almost everything! Our hair, our makeup, our body, but how about for once, takes a second, and look into my mind. Let’s not be superficial. Listen to what I have to say, love what I have to say. We are told to speak our minds, let’s do it. I wish one day baby girl can wake up, like Lauryn hill playing in the background, be right within!That cycle. Get away from those people who say you can’t be happy without them. He saw your temple beautiful and stunning, but he didn’t take the time to look around inside for you; the most valuable part of all, your mind.

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