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the women who came before me were hurricanes of great power so when the men of their time would see them, they would run away and cower the women who came before me were lush forests of great size wide variations of kindness leaving all in awe with their beautiful baby blue skies the women who came before me were frigid tundras of snow and ice chilling all who came near to the touch because the women who came before me didn’t always like to play nice the women who came before me were the golden glistening sun no matter their color, their religion, or who they loved their radiant beauty blinded everyone the women who came before me were the moon, solemn and wise always at peace and a state of zen drawing people in and out with their eyes just like the tides the women who came before me were all the sparkling stars in the sky connecting together to form constellations beautiful enough to make you cry the women who came before me were so strong and so wise they rise they rise the women who came before me showed hope even in their cries they rise they rise they’re souls will remain sewed into my heart and the skies they rise they rise because the women who came before me will stick by me until I die. we rise we rise
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Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 11:13 AM UTC
The Women who came before me
the women who came before me were hurricanes of great power so when the men of their time would see them, they would run away and cower the women who came before me were lush forests of great size wide variations of kindness leaving all in awe with their beautiful baby blue skies the women who came before me were frigid tundras of snow and ice chilling all who came near to the touch because the women who came before me didn’t always like to play nice the women who came before me were the golden glistening sun no matter their color, their religion, or who they loved their radiant beauty blinded everyone the women who came before me were the moon, solemn and wise always at peace and a state of zen drawing people in and out with their eyes just like the tides the women who came before me were all the sparkling stars in the sky connecting together to form constellations beautiful enough to make you cry the women who came before me were so strong and so wise they rise they rise the women who came before me showed hope even in their cries they rise they rise they’re souls will remain sewed into my heart and the skies they rise they rise because the women who came before me will stick by me until I die. we rise we rise
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14/F/somewhere lmao idk
Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 11:13 AM UTC
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