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Dec 2018
This is what they mean
I guess
When they say to stand tall
And be a  woman about it

I can only hear my ancestors
The women guiding my own soul
There for me, touching my shoulder
Nodding with sympathy

Grow strong
Accept that god set this up
Set this up to tear you down
And try not to drown
As you weep the night away...
12/30/2018
VS
Written by
Violet Sea
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         The Lenora, B and Fawn
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