Oh, how the world has changed.

Wed, 07/26/2017 - 20:44 -- jenenb7

Did I even exist?

Did my light skin 

and curly hair even have a face on this protruding earth?

I was the blood. 

The blood of broken hearted mothers ripped away from their children.

Poor boys sleeping in the gutters of crowded streets.

 

I am like a fragrance that is forbidden by men

And a voice that puts babies and crying children into rest.

I am but, a whisper coming and going as I please,

having only a stream of light to which I abide.

I am dark hair, large eyes, and a voice that can change octave.

A woman. Created by God with purpose and plan.

 

 

 

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