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She smiles...

Sitting at her desk, she lacks much to indulge in. She's had much to do today. She hopes that the day ends quickly for her to go get a long nap, a nap because she craves for a vacation; where work related things are non-existent. She needs a rest. She looks at the clock on the wall...twenty minutes to time, time to check out for the day. She smiles.

Her 'afro' is in place, neatly styled with the ankara headband she made on her own two weeks ago. She's beautiful. The silent gentle 'breeze' from the grey fan hanging across where she sits caresses her face...she's loving the fresh air. She smiles.
Waiting for 'home time', she delves into the net, looking for something to take her mind off situations and negative energy she came across over the past few days...she finds this. She smiles.
"Not everyone’s gonna be nice but you don’t have to be bitter yourself. As much as you want to live in a perfect world, you will always come across people who seem to do nothing but burst someone’s bubble. You have consistently crossed paths with these people but you have learned either to have a safe distance from them or have learned to just simply eradicate them in your life. You learned that you don’t have to join their wagon to be equal or feel better for yourself. You have realized that you love and respect yourself to a degree that you have to protect yourself from these unhealthy people. Instead, you learned to make the opposite of them out of yourself. You learned that the world is too beautiful not to have beautiful people. So you try to inspire, motivate and move by living your life the most positive way you can." ~ alyseestheworld.com
She sits up, face lights up..."Damn..it's home time already" she whispers.
Click. Click. Click..'work station' switched off.
Day's done.
She smiles.

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