mahadert
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mahadert
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| Female | 11 views |
| 20 years old | Joined on Sep 26, 2008 |
| from United States | Last Login Nov 12, 2008 |
SoMe May Say I'm RatHer
The span of my hips
The stride of my steps
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That's me..."
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Posted about 26 days ago
Posted about 26 days ago
About Me
Orientation: Straight
Dating Status: Single
Smoke: No
Drink: No
Job: University
Religion: Christian - other
Dating Status: Single
Smoke: No
Drink: No
Job: University
Religion: Christian - other
Music
I'm down for almost anything...no Heavy metal...R&B, old school, indie, some alternative...depends on my mood.
Movies
Books
and don't forget...
Hobbies
~reading~
~hanging out with friends~
~listening to music~
~relaxing~
~volleyball~
~fundraisers~
~school~
~family~
...
"My Ethiopia is a land of the majestic mountains, of smiling lips, of undulating hips and dazzling eyes. She is the birthplace of immeasurable beauty, of roaring rivers and yawning canyons...and of thundering falls; a land of enchanting stories as yet untold, of sunlight poured like golden threads from her azure skies. I love this about my Ethiopia, but not just this.No, my Ethiopia commands me to love her in all her glory. Looking through her checkered years, I see the cracks, the wrinkles...the scars. I do not turn away from her rotting stench, her unraveling morality, her relentless anger...or the fatality she breeds. Undaunted, she flaunts her unsurpassed poverty, her unrealized potential, and broken dreams…and I acquiesce. I witness and attest to the cowardice she harbors, the avarice she applauds and her celebration of bloodshed. I bow in the face of her intolerance, her belligerence and incomparable sorrows…
And I love her still"
~Anonymous
"My Ethiopia is a land of the majestic mountains, of smiling lips, of undulating hips and dazzling eyes. She is the birthplace of immeasurable beauty, of roaring rivers and yawning canyons...and of thundering falls; a land of enchanting stories as yet untold, of sunlight poured like golden threads from her azure skies. I love this about my Ethiopia, but not just this.No, my Ethiopia commands me to love her in all her glory. Looking through her checkered years, I see the cracks, the wrinkles...the scars. I do not turn away from her rotting stench, her unraveling morality, her relentless anger...or the fatality she breeds. Undaunted, she flaunts her unsurpassed poverty, her unrealized potential, and broken dreams…and I acquiesce. I witness and attest to the cowardice she harbors, the avarice she applauds and her celebration of bloodshed. I bow in the face of her intolerance, her belligerence and incomparable sorrows…
And I love her still"
~Anonymous
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