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Changing Seasons

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By Tayler AndersonPublished 4 years ago • 1 min read
An old poem, waiting to be seen and understood...

Cold winter nights, hot summer days in between the seasons I slowly begin to change.

Never like the majority at all, trying my best daily to rise up and not fall. Stand up tall, and surrender to the rain, the way i am perceived I'm seen as happily deranged. Strange? Hey, it's a fact. Just like how I'm young, gifted and black.

Integrity and power I do not lack. So sit back and enjoy the simulation that I'm giving to your aura, I here to raise the vibration! Change the nation! So what's my motivation? It's simple indeed. To be real till I transition and being grateful for all things. No need for greed, I'm a woman with a divine inter creed; create endless love and see the fruit I bear from my old seeds.

So day to day I shall elevate, trying immensely to be better, I remain mighty through any type of weather.

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    Written by Tayler Anderson