You hurt her.
You broke her.
You scarred her.
You shattered her.
You destroyed her.
Yet she rose
To be the most
Precious real-life
Mona Lisa.
You may write me down in history with your bitter, twisted lines. You may trod me in the very dirt, but still, like dust, I'll rise. -Maya Angelou
PS: I was inspired by the quote of the late Maya Angelou. He may have broken you but as long as you have life, you will rise. You owe it to yourself to grow through the pain. Have you ever been in such a situation?
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Love and it's relatives
PoetryIt centers on love and everything that comes with it. A book of poems that highlights the different ways love affects a person. I love Love and it wouldn't be fair if I don't give out the love I receive on a daily from God to others. These words ar...
