Verse

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Like A Girl 







I play like a girl, I hit like a
girl



You say I throw like a girl, 



And, when I run -- I run like a
girl!



All that plus more, enjoy this
one size fits all







Who and what I want comes from
being strong 



Classy and fabulous, 



THIS is my song!







I've been told, cut to size



The world dark and gray, when
life becomes an insult



Take heed when I speak my mind, 



I am tough, outstanding and
beautiful!







Move ahead --- say it twice, I
smell nice



A taste of Cool Water and Justice
Perfume



I have a non-stop multitask
fixation



Like a woman, everything about me
is hidden 



Magic and alluring the only joy
in sexuality you'll need







I'm empowering this moment!



Endorsing Myself, with a certain
sorta mystique



I deliver an independent will, 



     don't ever underestimate my physique







I am a caregiver, a female who
won't give up the fight



I remain firm and believe all
women have equal rights



I walk and talk Like A girl 



    wearing heels Breaking the sound of Annabel







       Like, Mona's unforgettable smile, 



       I stand tall Like Miss Liberty



       I am, Betsy Ross, America's #1 designer



            Harriet, who escaped slaver-y 



       Like Theresa and Mary, I'm here to give
change



       I am, Hilary overwhelmed with
determination



       A leader -- A Goddess, I burn like Joan



       ---Cleopatra in the room



       ---Calamity Jane's wild side



       Emelia's, won't give up heart



       I am Anne, with a secret hidden spot



       Susan B, with the right to vote



       Emily who writes deep and pretty







The sound In your eyes aren't
listening!



You imagine I am weak -- not
strong enough -- brave enough, 



You call me different and
difficult!



Still, you want my warmth -- my
love -- my attention







I am not less, I am more



I am a woman -- I frown -- I cry
-- I hurt and yell at the universe



Nevertheless, I make a difference



Like a girl, I smile



A smile never seen or felt
before, both defined and undefined



Your heart will ask and implore
for more







Like a girl, I'll drive you wild,
looking pretty "You're In Love!"



My Self confidence comes from who
I am deep inside



Everything I've become follows
the makeup on my face



Bare and nude, I am the Madonna
flowering the mood







At the end of every day, I have
one other thing to say



The Next Time You ask me to cook
and clean



Because you think, I belong in
the kitchen



You better believe I'm doing it
my way



LIKE A GIRL

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Short Story

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A Pair of Silk Little Mrs. Sommers one day found herself the unexpected possessor of fifteen dollars. It seemed to her a very large amount of money, and the way in which it stuffed and bulged her worn old porte-monnaie gave her a feeling of importance such as she had not enjoyed for years. The question of investment was one that occupied her greatly. For a day or two she walked about apparently in a dreamy state, but really absorbed in speculation and calculation. She did not wish to act hastily, to do anything she might afterward regret. But it was during the still hours of the night when she lay awake revolving plans in her mind that she seemed to see her way clearly toward a proper and judicious use of the money. A dollar or two should be added to the price usually paid for Janie's shoes, which would insure their lasting an appreciable time longer than they usually did. She would buy so and so many yards of percale for new shirt waists for the boys and Janie and Mag. Sh...
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Sonnet

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My love is as a fever, longing still For that which longer nurseth the disease, Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill, The uncertain sickly appetite to please. My reason, the physician to my love, Angry that his prescriptions are not kept, Hath left me, and I desp’rate now approve Desire is death, which physic did except. Past cure am I, now reason is past care, And frantic mad with evermore unrest, My thoughts and my discourse as madmen’s are, At random from the truth vainly expressed;    For I have sworn thee fair and thought thee bright,    Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
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Elegy

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Sutherland No More – A Proclamation Sutherland Springs from the pages of my media feed, A story of guns, grief and the need, for no more. Sutherland no more. The innocent and the free sitting in their Sunday Pews, Little thinking they would be the news, on the door. Sutherland no more. The white squat steepled church reaches to the sky, The congregation and world asks why, whilst the tears pour. Sutherland no more. ‘Fortunately somebody else had a gun’, the saying goes, That was equalising those bullet flows, from ceiling to floor. Sutherland no more. Freedom to Bear, Freedom to Speak, Freedom to seek The solution to these nightmares in our sleep. Guns cause the rift and opinion must shift. When you’re gone, Will you send back a letter from America?
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