Aroma of cinnamon spice in the air, a fresh sunflower elegantly styled into my hair, the sweet taste of honey inside my mouth, I feel like a woman who came from down south.
Gazed into a mirror so mysteriously filled with glee, I turned around and who do I coincidentally see? Oh my gosh, it was not me it was her from behind it was none other than she!

Astonishing me with much of her approval and praise she has given me an establishment to incorporate for the rest of my days. I have been enveloped upon within her pure love insistent to the promise that I shall rise above.

As I was adorned in luxury and advantage I understood now how I was going to manage, and when I went to smile it had turned into a blush, I then went to run my mouth and she said no then told me to hush.

-latoya lawrence
