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I've got the power to create
The hips and thighs
Perfectly voluptuous

I've got the power to birth
I've got the power to make life
I've got the power to make breath

Don't tell me that I am powerless
Don't tell me to do what you said
You answer to me

I am The Goddess
you answer to me
Journals stack up around me
Words upon words upon words
Does anybody read the lines that took me a lifetimes to write?
Does anybody feel the emotions that I felt?
When I filled these pages with a thousand words

Journals stack up around me
I keep them in storage box
Will anybody open them when I am no longer alive?
Will anybody realise what it meant for me to write?
Or will these verses simply fade away,
Forgotten?
the journals stack up around me
📓
He wanted to hold me
He wanted to mould me
He wanted to pour me into the perfect shape that he'd created

The mould cracked
The shape shattered
You cannot hold a heart of gold that wants to hold herself
you cannot hold a heart of hold that wants to hold herself
💛💛💛
He asked me if I am growing up
He told me that he only accepted maturity
He asked me if I understood
He asked me if I knew the truth
I said the greatest truth that I have ever seen
Comes from innocent youth
Youth with their fresh naivety
I said maturity is subjective
True growth comes from self-connection
I said I'm not growing up
I'm growing into me
maturity is subjective
true growth comes from self - connection
her hair was messy in an artfully, mesmerising way
she had an accidental class that she was not aware of possessing
she would answer your questions in a way that kept you guessing
when she would speak
she would make you believe
that she created language in the time that she had free
her hair was messy in an artfully, mesmerising way
she created language in the time that she had free
Things were perfect in the spring
September secrets told to the silent soundtrack called surrender

Things started to change in the summer
December decisions dictated just how daring we were willing to be

Things were not the same in the autumn
April arguments answered the arduous questions that comes with abortion

Things were over by the winter
June justified our journey in juxtaposition love scenes

The seasons of our lascivious love
Show that we were never meant to be enough
The seasons of our lascivious love
Show that we were never meant to be enough

🌞🌱☔⛄
Little blonde girl in the ***** dress
Thank you for your innocence
Thank you for the history lesson

Little blonde girl at the age of seven years old
Your energy is so vibrant
Your smile holds the cheekiness of childhood

Little blonde girl in the dysfunctional family
Thank you for your unique personality
Thank you for being me
thank you for being me
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