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ILLUSION

I am a girl, a happy girl and I love to celebrate my being girly and every girl around...old, young, black or white!
Here is for that girl that is a woman or would be - for the SHE-roes!



      

The ILLUSION  Called   WOMAN!



 
        She  is a full circle, within her is the power to create, nurture and transform.
        She is wisdom and by her kings and rulers of the world are birthed.
                    She is crowned with knowledge and 
        her  feet graced by understanding. 
                    She is strong, full of grace and beauty.
        She educates the nation and the world learns at her feet.
        She fights with her might and strength for a just cause.
    She can hide her love for years but never her disgust for a day.
    She is the pillar behind the success of her man and the architect of his downfall.
        She makes and mare her home and the entire community in fact.
    She is everything you wish for and desire to have; yet a nightmare and the last thing you pray to have when wrongly chosen.
        The mystery  behind her creation is unknown even to the wise of this world.
                    She is a SHE -ROE worthy of celebration…
        She is the ILLUSION called ‘WOMAN’ !

- Adenuga Titilayo
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