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I went to sleep a woman and woke up Diversity. Double Diversity if you calculate a minority label on to it.
I have style, I wear style but I do not want to be a label sewed on to my fashion. My views are of a woman, I do not want to be a man or a pet but a woman.
I Am Woman, not Deversity!
I am not a mélange, I can be a lovely mess, but I am woman. I may have varience with my enemies, but I am woman.
A spider painstankingly spinns an intricate web to insnare its dinner, and then it can take its time devouring it, waiting until hunger strikes. This is a great example of ensnaring women into a new label, one that will fit society. They always want us to be fitted into society like a mortar in a wall seen, but not heard.
I will not be fitted into society with my womanhood or nationality!
Svegliati Cara 
Reblogged this on Elisabet Regina and commented:
About time someone took objection to it.
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Reblogged this on Tiffany Belle Harper and commented:
Love this feature and the finale photo. Made me smile :)x
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Yea did the trick!
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a lovely post, I adore it!
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My pleasure
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Reblogged this on Elyse Reine and commented:
This is more serious than just a post. We are not Diversity, our womanhood screams in thus being labeled.
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I am enjoying your posts and your honesty
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Thank you so much Lynne.
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Bella cara ☺
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You are passionate about this!
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well said….
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Written at age 14:
Play
Brandy barks at swooping swallows,
Life, lowered to one foot or so
In summer time is simple,
As the lure of tired dogs and clover
Greets only those who need to play.
Scampering down outside stairs
Past the skidding bicycle marks
To a tumbling fit of joy
Goes the only daily memory
Of a happiness once known.
Landing in a pile of limbs,
Which includes the golden hair
That shines of wetness on the
Back of Brandy, the player
Laughs at the summer sun.
How long will it be
Before the play begins again,
Before the youthful joy
Once known appears, before
The love, if ever, returns?
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