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Thursday, January 20, 2011


Im charged with having too much grown woman Appeal. I'll serve this beautiful life Sentence, no need to appeal.
My parents are the ones who Kept it real, they Knew my existence would be special enough for the world to feel.
Having a poetic Pulse allows my words to live, so dont doubt my Vocabulary unless you want your self-esteem killed.
Nah, im not a murderer, just a professor of Word love, that allows me to Give the Alphabet a hug.
We have a tight bond only my sanity can Break, I realized back in 1999 that Im too intense to be fake.
Im creative Chaos accepting versatility as my Date, then I dance with the Dictionary until my feet begin to Ache.

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