They say women are powerful.
We create our own reality,
then why did I create this
it troubles me, really.
Immense anger and immediate pain,
hunger and sleep hid from me,
I bathed myself with my tears.
How could I do this to me?
Why can't I hate you
but that you are my mirror.
I helped bring you to me,
our union was no error.
And now, here I sit manifesting,
nurturing and using my abilities,
remembering my power
and how I create my own realities.
By Misty Prest
Man I feel this joint. It is One of them things that magnifies with every read. this is one of those poems I can honestly say I am glad.
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