Listening to the sirens fading through Brooklyn's arctic streets, I ask what is my calling? What is my being? I see that every individual have their meaning, purpose, path and being. That entity could only give advice as a result of each path disparities. I am coming of age where the questions of who, what, and where fumbles through my mind intermittently... I am, what I thought would never come, a woman. And as a woman, that is constantly, effortlessly, and flawlessly changing, I wonder my meaning. I perceived that there are stages of woman hood that cannot be compared to other's exploration. So...what is the purpose of my being as a woman?
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