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Oct 2013
I stared at my nakedness in the bathroom mirror
And all the dips and curves my lines made
And I tied my short hair down to my head
(I am womanly
I am smooth
I am strong)

My belly protrudes with the secrets of the world
And my ******* hold the prayers of many
(I am warm
I am rough
I am weak)

My hips carry the children of the night
And my lips speak the words you are so afraid to say
*(I am here
I am there
I am gone)
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Cheyenne Najee
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Cheyenne Najee  VA
(VA)   
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