A Wandering Dreamer’s Words

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I don’t need your approval to find my worth,

The curve of my lip, of my hip,

The hint of a smile, the sparkle in my eyes,

Are not measures of my humanity for you to qualify.

The complexity of my mind, the magic of my dreams,

The star stuff that lives, and breathes inside of me,

Do not belong to you.

I don’t need your approval to find my worth.

The mind of this writer, is very much like a wandering dreamer, these are the things she’s come up with, some prompted, some not.

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