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Sugar N Spice.

What are little girls made of?

Sugar n spice, and everything nice.

That's what little girls are made of.

But women like me who were born from fire and rain?

We bleed ether and napalm, and have palo santo in our veins.

Voices soothing like menthol yet smoky as mezcal.

We're fingernails down your back followed by wet kisses to ease the pain.

Descendants of heaven and hell birthed from a calm breeze after a hurricane.

Made from the ashes of leather and lace, and the shoulders of women who carried the weight of the world before us - some with a baby on their hip.

We run with wolves and swim with the stars,

Brave like the only woman in a boardroom, resilient like a girl who loves way too hard.

Wit sharp as knives yet soft enough to make you feel like a man

Because women like me? I hope you understand, we like sugar n spice too.

What are grown ass women made of?

I hope you like your habanero laced with honeydew.

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