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she is everything wild and peaceful, she is woke — breathing sunlight through each pore of her skin, she reflects the diaspora, like water — she runs rivers into oceans night after day — wave after wave
she is the tall, dark tales of legends and myths, she is hopelessly devoted to everything laced with risk, she is intimate with violence — carrying traces of war in her blood, she is the embattled warrior with a name sounding something like love
she is breathtaking, she knows she is more than just disillusioned dreams, much more than the scars etched by the lonely ones and their teeth, though her flesh has been eaten out like a delicacy or some other strange fruit, her body — does not belong to you
she stands on the front lines witnessing things fall apart, she craves your loving — but will carelessly break your heart, like thunder breaks silence whilst lightening lights up the dark
she is lost and found, she has cried wolf at the moon, she is a Hip Hop/Soul sound, she becomes June too soon, she is exhausted and exhilarated — all at once, she is the truth undocumented — just begun
