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She spoke as if art was blood through her veins
A walking flower blooming everyday
They say flowers bloom in the salty rain
She looked to the gloomy sun to stay
Not just a wise woman sparked by magic
The roots grown on her back began with gold
But an essence like no other tragic
Love is not love, love is power so bold
And she was born with a beautiful soul
Honey, we are the voices of beauty and love
Now gone and unforgotten, we are whole
For the soul sisters’ touch the sun above
The women of the world are proud beings
Moving mountains so far from all seeing
- Winfrey Oenga
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My name is Winfrey Oenga. I love drawing, writing and painting. I love being able to express myself through my words and using it as a form of art. I'm a junior in High school.
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