To thy women... Sometimes the rain falls when you remain inside, sometimes you catch its impact against your face. Young women, keep your tears flowing and fix your eyes on your thunderstorm. Notice the value of that seed you planted in the hearts of many, the day will soon recycle your cry. Post your heart into the hands of your maker, begin to sing your weeping songs. Remember your worth and the fertility of your wombs, no man can change your patterns. Shake the grounds on which you stand, with the grace and love that takes flight into the wind. Begin to realize your nature dear mothers, your fruits were made to quench the man who will place you directly into his ribs. A.Simmons
Posted on: Sat, 29 Mar 2014 04:59:46 +0000
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