the rose that grew from the concrete thrived from the handful of heartbeats these ladies above have blessed me with, the homies that are there with such swag, here while i'm blooming, there every time I was in ruins. we will grow old and gangster together, bad mouth influenced, kind hearted;though not to be fucked with attitudes sewn into the folds of our tongues, gully independent confident warrior women (&survivors)....the beauty of ya'll growth..word.
we are all flawed humans, and I am grateful at every passed second, every quirkiness i spit out and the abundance of knowing love & laughter (my silent laughters) when my heart is bowed down in its mercy. thank ya'll for letting me live this beautifully.
"We are not all born at once, but by bits. The body first, and the spirit later... Our mothers are racked with the pains of our physical birth; we ourselves suffer the longer pains of our spiritual growth." (but we're together,son, we all in it together).
love bombs!
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