Florence, Italy
Date: Friday, 27 March 2001 12:12pm ET
To: Joy.Karen
From: Roark.Allana
Subject: story
there was a girl named mandy
who was tempted by a man with candy
with might and main they tried it on the beach, but it was too sandy
on her way home she found a flashlight, she thought how handy
now, she spends all her time singing “you don’t light up my life andy”
©️ Angela Aguiar
Please continue to have the wisdom, knowledge, smarts, intelligence, bravery, courage, strength, beauty, joy, warmth, brilliancy, stamina, love to be the best mother, sister, daughter, niece, grandmother, wife, aunt, great grandmother, individual, professional, we can possibly be.
The amazon of tomorrow, the beacon of triumph. The chief in charge. Outstanding being. Leader. Teacher. Lover. Friend.
Proud
Unapologetic.
You stand motionless, embrace your motions to your core but strong to your demise.
You fight the good fight, put a stamp on your weaknesses and move on to the next station.
You are a spiritual gift, judge of your truth.
God made you who you are. He enbolded you to be you. You are you. You are great. You are not daisy but a flower in a sea of gardens.
You embody your greatness as you strive to be the best. You imagine the road ahead, one by one lined up like foot soldier. You march on one cliff, hurdle at time as it is submitted to you. You do not look back and as tired as you may be, saying No is not your MO but an welcomed sign otherwise and the one displayed on your face, is just a feeble of your imagine. Take a picture folks, it make look different tomorrow.
You cultivate yourself, the machinery that is you, a darling dear you who don’t care to wear that pant, suit, dress, skirt and blouse on the display window because it is a killer. You don’t. But care to wear it because it suits us. You are just awesome Eva!
©️Angela Aguiar
I am a proud woman, no periods, semicolons or colons about it. I live in a fishbowl of an African, Portuguese and American family of women: my real family, my father has since passed and adopted family that being my religious friends, BFF’s and buddies. Yes, it takes a village.
We laugh. We shop. We cry. We travel. We party. We tell stories. We worship. We argue. We agree. We disagree. We exercise. We read. We evolve. We love. We share experiences and that’s just the way I like it.
So, in this beautiful March day, pad on the back to many out there still fighting in the trenches for everyday survival. Love to all the single mothers and queens of their own dominions. Kisses to the young woman who are still getting to know herself, struggling to get her id card. Hooray to all those who have found the purse on their backs. Celebrate yourself, us today and everyday. Much love and Peace sisters. Girl power. Happy International Women’s Day!
ludlum drive 
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