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Woman Of Color ( on hold)

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A story of falling and finding oneself.

Women are put under pressure, dejection, and in an utmost act of servitude.

Especially the Women of color, there are most of them that are have been made guilty just for being a woman,
The trials, abuse, pain 
They are been trampled upon, been told their weak, of no use and valueless.
Being taken advantage of.

Even the challenges that befall a man that is dark skinned is enough talkless of being a dark woman.

So I am here to give a voice to all black woman you deserve to be praised to be loved, Cherished and adored,

I have a mother, and I use her as an extension to all dark women on earth.

I am a man that believes in the well being of women, and I offer you this story as the greatest source of inspiration  to you.

88 out 10k stories on Mine.All Rights Reserved

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