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She speaks to me in seafoam. Born beautiful, she kissed my eyelids and gave me her love of everything. Her fingertips are callused from centuries of knotting heartstrings.
My name is OSHUN, I am my own queen, I am my own God, I have my own kingdom to run, Stuck in this changing world, with changing rules, loses its taste of fun,
She. She is the female form perfected in a single body; the most beautiful woman a man could see
I've never been pretty.
Taped on her mirror Are pictures of Goddesses Angelia, goddess of lips Kim, goddess of curves Twin goddesses Mary Kate and Ashley Deities of being skinny She wakes up