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Monrovian Girl

Not a single salty tear, not a feeling in my chest, baby im feeling no stress, im too fly to be depr

About Me

HI IM LYN..UM IM CURRENTLY ATTENDING CSU, FRESNO..IM JUST LIVING LIFE AND TRYING TO GET AN EDUCATION AT THE SAME TIME...I KNOW..ITS A HARD THING 2 BALANCE!LOL...IF U WANT 2 KNOW MORE...HIT ME UP ON HERE OR ON FACE BOOK!ADIOS!


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My Interests

THIS IS MY FAVORITE POEM: You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? why are you beset with gloom? 'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I'll rise. Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops. Weakened by my soulful cries. Does my haughtiness offend you? Don't you take it awful hard 'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines Diggin' in my own backyard. You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I'll rise. Does my sexiness upset you? does it come as a surprise That I dance like I've got diamonds At the meeting of my thighs? Out of the huts of history's shame I rise Up from a past that's rooted in pain I rise I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling I bear in the tide. Leaving behind nights of terror and fear I rise Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear I rise Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and the hope of the slave. I rise I rise I riseBY: MAYA ANGELOUI love to listen to music and dance and PART'E HEY!!!LOL. I love to act a fool and go dumb cause we be gettin hyphy and gettin stupid MAK MOB till i die.j/k

I'd like to meet:


You're a Romantic Kisser
%Dor you, kissing is all about feeling the romance
%D%AYou love to kiss under the stars or by the sea
%D%AThe perfect kiss involves the perfect mood
%D%AIt's pretty common for kisses to sweep you off your feet%D%A What Kind of Kisser Are You?
You are Milk Chocolate
%D total dreamer, you spend most of your time with your head in the clouds.
%D%AYou often think of the future, and you are always working toward your ideal life.
%Dlso nostelgic, you rarely forget a meaningful moment... even those from long ago.%D%A What Kind of Chocolate Are You?

Music:

I really really like soulful music (musiq, Floetry, India Arie, Eryka Badu,Common,Kanye,and Sushine Anderson) But i also love me sum rap and r&B.

Movies:

I know you think these are sappy but i love romantic comedies, and dramas. I cant get enough of movies like brown sugar, 2 can play that game, love and basketball, and the brothers.

Television:

I love UPN.and soul food the t.v series. And Run's HouseHere's another one of my new favorites called Phenomanal women! ok Pretty woman wonder where my secret lies. I'm not cute or built to fit a fashion model's size But when I start to tell them, They think I'm telling lies. I say, It's in the reach of my arms The span of my hips The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me.I walk into a room Just as cool as you please, And to a man, The fellows stand or Fall down on their knees. They swarm around me, A hive of honey bees. I say, It's the fire in my eyes, And the flash of my teeth, The swing in my waist, And the joy in my feet. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me.Men themselves have wondered What they see in me. They try so much But they can't touch My inner mystery. When I try to show them, They say they still can't see. I say, It's the arch of my back The sun in my smile, The ride of my breasts, The grace of my style. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me.Now you understand Just why my head's not bowed. I don't shout or jump about Or have to talk real loud. When you see me passing, I ought to make you proud I say, It's the click of my heals, The bend of my hair, The need for my care. 'Cause I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me.

Books:

the coldest winter everThe color purple, flyy girl, there eyes were watching God, yo yo love, and Omar Tyree is a pimp-playa-playa

Heroes:

mi madre ZARIA (R.I.P) Love ya mama.