She's a flower
her beans talks
when it's nurture,
sensitive and
easy to brittle,as soft skin,

the bees stalk her underneath the morning,
they kisses her pollen pours,

but she is conservative in her own worth,
even if the bees lands in her,
she steep in her words.

she stand firmly and secure to her flexibility.

she is the creator of her colors as a replica of her indigenuos culture.

her uterus is her quite affection the after life pride.
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