The Gift of Life

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I come with honesty in my hands

Food in my heart

Love in my stomach

Bearing gifts of an abundant soul

Yet they come empty handed

With their hands forward

Eager to take the pieces of my skin

I am more than my flesh

More than what has been painted of me

More than what has been painted of us

A virtuous woman with a gift of life

Prone to the calls of the dead

As the past pulls upon my spirit

I can’t help but to love everyone

To love everything

To understand the misunderstood

And give a home to the homeless

Though I am never appreciated enough

I am never embraced with gratitude

No hugs of harmony

My gifts remain the same

My heart is strongest to its core

I am never lowered by their unworthiness

I pity their malnourished souls

For they will never know the gift of life

The Notes of a Divine Woman is out now!

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