She is judged for her talent, dancing,
She is a candy wax for every eye thing,
Society was too narrow to sparrow her desk,
Her talent was measured in other’s satisfaction.
What makes the society so salty?
Why she is pigeonholed?
Never asked her a question
What makes her to dance in a rebel?
She listed her heart and passion for herself,
She never barter anyone’s criticisms,
Her voice of strong dynamics,
Badges her a label of strong woman,
With a water inside her force,
She enjoys her length of discourse,
Letting her fruits of talent to ripen,
She never gave up her branches of herself,
She walks in a green….
She still walks in her own green.
-Jasmine of December
The Momma Clan 
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