Down to the Biblical era . .we were looked upon, down to oblivion time wouldn't depart.
Drawn out from a rib...we made them(women)
We were meant to be listened to
We were meant to be understood..
We aren't the Almighty but we were made gods to rule the earth
When a voice becomes so high we ask who made you...its not my portion if destiny made me a king...
It only put you beneath me..
Its understanding that we soul to soul wonder the earth to a Vail and mount of wilderness....
I feel strange amidst thy sight
When you make me what you ought to behave like..
I keep the stings to feel what you go thorough.. But you do not feel my pain for thy cross is heavy and my Borden light
Sort out thy irony and veteran a way to hope and epidermal wisdom
When you feel your world would be blue with understanding...
Dec 21, 2016
Dec 21, 2016 at 10:24 AM UTC
Down to the Biblical era . .we were looked upon, down to oblivion time wouldn't depart.
Drawn out from a rib...we made them(women)
We were meant to be listened to
We were meant to be understood..
We aren't the Almighty but we were made gods to rule the earth
When a voice becomes so high we ask who made you...its not my portion if destiny made me a king...
It only put you beneath me..
Its understanding that we soul to soul wonder the earth to a Vail and mount of wilderness....
I feel strange amidst thy sight
When you make me what you ought to behave like..
I keep the stings to feel what you go thorough.. But you do not feel my pain for thy cross is heavy and my Borden light
Sort out thy irony and veteran a way to hope and epidermal wisdom
When you feel your world would be blue with understanding...
The Strength of wickness
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32/M/Delta State,Nigeria
Dec 21, 2016
Dec 21, 2016 at 10:24 AM UTC
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