She has arrived, she’s beautiful, scarred, humbled, and wise.

Most of all this woman is alive.

She walks with a hint of pride, but not too proud to admit her missteps.

Mistakes and lessons dance in harmony a 2-step.

Walking to the beat of her own song, dancing a rhythm with every step.

Melody uniquely decorated with triumph and struggle, she putting on.

She has a hint of mean, “if that what you on.”

Eyes looking at you and through you at the same time.

So much hidden sexy, for sure somehow this must be a crime.


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