There is a person here.
And my worth does not lie between my thighs
Those sweet folds can not begin to define my brilliance
My hips are the representation of life itself
They hold the power to create the world
The power of these curves are more than you could ever comprehend
Beyond my breast is a heart
A soul
Which has the capacity to hold every emotion ever felt
To heal the sick
And comfort the wounded
I am the protector
Beyond my thick lips are the words of sweet baby Jesus himself
My words speak life into the world
Behind my eyes are the presence of who you are.
Who you were and
Who you are becoming
-Martissa
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