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Sep 2017
You cannot cut me any longer
with your knife of words.
and critical slogans that have no power.

You can not cut into precious form
with lies
attempting to slice into my divineness
with blade dark.

Once when shield was down t
hey penetrated
making tears of an ocean.
Once they disabled me
as I believed the false jargon
you spewed with fire.

Now I have my shield held high
made of every cell of who I am.

Now I walk head up celebrating all of me
able to fight off any negativity  
aimed to bring me down.

Now I am free to live as Iā€™m meant to
empowered, free,  and
a warrior of love
for all including self.


StarBG Ā© 2017
Star BG
Written by
Star BG  66/F/New York
(66/F/New York)   
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