Who told you that you weren’t beautiful, my love?
Who fed you their insecurities about life and love
and all the possible things you can not accomplish?
Did you buy their fears as if they were your own
and thus limit your expressions to the world?
Who taught you that you weren’t beautiful?
Shame on them, my love, for perpetuating age old fears
that as a woman you are less than,
that as a man you are all responsible.
For you are a child of God,
meant to be free in your natural inherent divinity.
And those who would tell you otherwise
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| Lydia, artist and copyright: Jill Mollenhauer |
are looking to enslave you with mind control.
You and I are perfect Being
With nothing to be ashamed of, nothing to hide.
For in our openness
we can divest ourselves of these age old ideas
that we are anything less than God.
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