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My lifeI was the baby with nothing to give, A young mother's struggle to help me live. I was the child that chases fireflies in the night. I was the child of poverty's plight. I was the young girl running wild. My mother never knew,she grew a flower child. I was the woman that covered her fears. I was the woman that hid her tears. I was the woman that loved in the flame. I was the woman that danced in the rain. I am the woman lonely in the night. I am the woman that sees God's light. I am the warrior for love Id fight. I am an angel without wings for flight. I am a poet and artist of the soul, I am my own person,but I still grow. I am a writer of love and heartache, I'm a giver to all those who take. I am a dreamer and I dream once more, I am a mother and a grandmother with an open door. I am the daughter to my best friend. I am the woman that stands strong in the wind. I am the woman that wants to love again. I am the woman that was at the well, I am the woman,for me Jesus' blood fell. I am the woman that found in her search, God is in my heart, not just in the church. I am a woman,no one's wife, I am a woman,and this is my life. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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