(January 8, 1995)
She - who has cried millions of gallons of tears
while viewing sentimental films - while receiving good news
Who has been separated and lost - the continuous existence of one loved
Millions of gallons of tears over the past twelve broken hearts - over the struggles and obstacles of deferred dreams - over painful goodbyes and reluctant hellos
From laughing hysterically due to the influence of burnt and inhaled marijuana leaves
She - who has doubted confidence within her soul - loved everyone as is - cannot accept herself
She - within the skin of the race - within the body of the gender - within the imperfections of her humanity
She - who savors fine wine, tender slices of outrageously expensive steak and emits a bourgeoisie persona - scrapes change for laundry detergent
She - who writes the checks before payday
She - who is needy yet helps those in despair
Whose voice soothes the worry of all
She - who enters and exits lives with perfect timing, like an "angel of illumination" - with an infinte amount of open arms.
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