Holding Dearlyto Natural Beauty And Instincts Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Young girls, innocent and pure, laughing, talking, feeling free and independent, holding gently, dearly, to their natural beauty and instincts.

Hoping to never have to change into what some man's image of what they want you to be like, not wanting you to be yourself, but a copy of what they expect you to be.

That's nothing but a form of slavery, striving to always be yourself in every single detail, wanting to be what destiny has already set in place for the future.

Not ever to being a clone, or what everyone else wants, because that's also a form of slavery, challenging oneself to become the very best in life with all talents and gifts from God being used throughout the years.