We Are Jada
Your body is your temple, when young I would be told this phrase. From those within the church i heard it almost, every day. If this is the truth why was hers put to shame? Degraded. Left behind like rain in the gutter from a stormy day. Some sat and watched, some just looked away. She deserves justice now, not tomorrow but today! For those who turned I dont know what to say, but can you look at yourself and say it was ok?
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