Like the flowers that grew from mud, I find myself bloomed. Hibernation is over – the scars disappear. I’m refined She. Not perfect She, Refined. Remember She spoke of this in December of 18.104.22.168.? The seasons are her mood. Spring is the season. Wild heart and freedom in Womanhood. She grew tall, new altitude. +Femininity, Masculinity+. She grew tall, new attitude. Flowers that grow in the season *BLOOM*. She is strong, like ‘masculinity’. Women grew strong from tenderness and burning. It’s barely day 4 of Spring. I’m in love with the Flowers that +Jah brings. Pretty in pink, that’s kind of like the inside of Shes. We are Divine Energy. A work of Art, a sight to see. Don’t let them shine or Obstruct your reality. Happy International Women’s Month! Bask in your Glory!
Willow Smith. She is Art. WOKE.