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Last login: 8 hours agoImpavid: This figment of your imagination is a 32 year old woman from A Bus Stop Near, Illinois, USA.; Likes 4,196 pages, 361 videos, 507 photos • 633 fans • Received 237 reviews; Member since Aug 25, 2007

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May 5, 10:31pm: Still I Rise

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

~Maya Angelou~

May 5, 11:26am: I have a million of these tokens for you...
Do you wonder what I wish for?

I wish to...
... kiss you good night.
... hold hands while we walk.
... watch a movie with you.
... go for a drive with you.
... breathe you in.
... lightly scratch the back of your neck.
... have you love the ones I love.
... share a glass of iced tea with you.
... fall asleep with my head in your lap.
... throw a water balloon at you.
... make you laugh forever.
... fill your heart with love.

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May 2, 4:22am: Hiding

Must it be my lot
When under a siege,
Often of my own making,
To rush first
For the foxholes of known comfort,
Preferring what once was safe
To what might be,
And relief for what bothers me
In the moment
To the harder task
Of facing fear?
Why close my mind with either/or
and turn away from both/and?
Why not vistas of the heart and soul,
Reaching out, instead of digging in?

~Charles B. Neff~

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