by Joy Belle, FLM’s Health & Wellness Specialist

So gentle and sweet

mind full of hell and melodies

The siren songs of our hearts

could make the world fall apart

But we’d create it again

free from cardinal sin

Sweeter than cinnamon

No one would ever condemn

no misogynistic lens

This hood is not for the weak

There is always time for tea

Come and dance with me

Hold me tight

Don’t let go

We need each other to grow

we are the world’s soul

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