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My Classroom


This is my classroom. My world. To learn and to teach. To create what I may. I desire to create women. Not women of the world, But a woman of the body. The one body going to heaven. I yearn to find such a canvas. A willing soul. To be shaped in the way, That was intended by our creator. What is a woman of the body? Who is this woman of myth? What is so special, That makes her worth striving for? Seek and you shall find: A worker. She shall work with her hands. Caring for her family, And even those who work under her. An earner. She shall not sit in the background. Helping to provide, Sharing the weight of money with her husband. Strong. She shall gird herself with strength. Her arms strong, As she does not sit idly by. Prepared. She shall be prepared for what may come. Providing warmth to her family, And those subject to her. Extends to the poor. She shall aid those who are deprived. Cleansing both the financial burden, And that of an unclean spirit. Fears the Lord. She shall fear the King of all Kings. Not as one fears a predator, But as one respects a father. This is my world. My classroom. To teach and create, A woman of the one body.
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