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she was a paradox

the lines are never blurred

They sat there in the deafening silence, afraid to speak, afraid to think... defeated by the unorthodox truth that stood before their insolvent reality. she had finally come out... no more ellipses to send her into the dark, she had finally come out to speak some truths,,, some were a bit precarious but she had lived on the edge long enough to not be afraid of taking the plunge– it might give her wings or it might be her last breath
for people it seems the truth is nice, but the rumor Oh so priceless, she never wanted to be the girl with the glass slipper, she never wanted to live in a fairy tale mansion with beautiful paintings adorning the walls, while people hid their shame with expensive champagne, fake conversations and cheap parlor tricks, choosing the appearance of regality while existing in poverty,,, she never wanted to conform because all that ever did was to marginalize, ostracize and set aside,,, this was not her life and she was ready to let it go
she breathed fire, her words were like water when it reached the surface; seeping into the cracks uninvited,
she was the moon that danced on the ocean as it called out to the stars to come out and play
her presence set their existence on fire and into a different type of revolution,
she wore a floral dress with a leather jacket,
she had a dandelion in the tresses of her wild locs
her energy was raw and primitive– untamed and wild-horsing
she danced with storms in the desert and stomped in mud puddles,
she didn’t need the world so much so as the world realized that it needed her

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