Beauty The beauty in my smile says Chile, I have lived. I walked through traumas meant to break me, and still I carry love to give. I have seen the devil, met his gaze without retreat, snapped the chains that held me, spirit rising — I will not face defeat. I hold myself close, fire blazing at my core, gathering ancestral stories, wisdom sealed in memory’s vault. I fed generations at my breasts, held shattered souls until they healed, fought curses to protect my bloodline, honored my King, treasured the love I feel. I’ve walked the fire, stumbled along the way. Missteps—never death traps. Crown lifts to finger snaps— I’ve earned my spot to stay. So Chile, call me Beauty. And I will answer.
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Ms Jade
Ms Jade writes by listening inward — where stories wait beneath the surface.
Some things you’re told to follow. Some things you have to feel out for yourself. I write in between— learning as I go.
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