I know this girl she’s pretty cool She pens poetry about life She uses feelings as her fuel She tries like mad to avoid all strife She’s a vigilant peacekeeper She is such a great mom But she doubts herself every night When she really is the bomb It obvious her child’s eyes are alight […]
Further proof that I am a god. Or goddess. Or whatever. The next fucking messiah. She may not have written this about me, but she may as well have. A response to my own call to action but she didn’t have to sign with a K at all. Because I know who I am, I know my power, I know my shit. And this? Another vision of me.
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