Woeman
I like you, a women of many colors of love, I am many
things, not just one, two but I am a women mentor
I am a mother, aunt, cousin, I am not perfect you
have so many things to pick to hate me pick a couple
things your so picky, I believe in a creator, also
I love him and them for many reasons, you are a bigot
that hates even the stars in the sky and sun and moon.
So What.
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