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May 2016
Summer has hit
We sparkle like flowers in the concrete
Hidden and secreted by our inner woes
But we glimmer and run along the plane
Of making everything change.

We're The Women Of The Now
And we don't ******* care how
We gotta make our voices ring and beam
So true like moonshine we drank
The wispy colored straws of existin'
Breathin' eatin' up every butterfly encrusted
Phrase we need to say, we contemplate
And ring true with everything we got to give
Mermaids but we don't need no tail.

Makes my lips sweat when I think about it all
Our hearts glossy as we slide down the little girls aisle
Where we taught look and practice the same
Books on our heads, can't lipstick ourselves enough
But we got so much fiber in our bones
We don't mind that we got the angelic softness
Thats why we are so palpable
A chorus of little boys sing.

We express ourselves through a multitude of veins
Waving our magic wands with newness
Rough, tough, and filled with the utmost love
Stepping in unison, we rip our dresses off
Or wave and swell in the mighty wind
Theres a reason myths were created
As we bare and thrive in our lives
Big or small
We truly go through it all
Warriors, arrows shooting from--

From.

Our eloquent, vivaciously courageous
Jeweled in the goodness of love
Fingertips.
OnwardFlame
Written by
OnwardFlame  Los Angeles, CA
(Los Angeles, CA)   
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