A WORK OF ART - The Masterpiece of Grace (sunspoken & spokenWords)

 

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(Lights up on a confident, radiant woman. A rhythmic, subtle beat begins to pulse.)

They call me girl with CLASS, yeah, they call me that.

But my school? God's own academy, where truth is spat.

Not in the league of CLASS REPS, no, that ain't my game,

I be Jesus REP, whispering His holy name.

I stand on THIS GRACE of the WORD, solid and bright,

A truth that can't be DISGRACED by the WORLD, day or night.

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Being the SALT of the earth— that's my FATE, a sacred trust,

Living a life pleasing to God— that's my FAITH, beyond all dust.

I don't need GOGGLES to see THROUGH YOU, no disguise you can wear,

Nor GOOGLE to truly see the TRUE YOU, laid bare.

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The ballers SMILE to show me their TEETH, a glistening line,

They only go that extra MILE, thinking my body's divine.

Coz I GOT T*TS, they whisper, a shallow, empty sound,

But tell who wan use me do SHARWAMA? No, I'm sacred ground.

My God also got TEETH, a power they can't deny,

So I know GOD'S GOT IT, reaching for the sky.

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No go dey plan to kpai my JOY for NIGHT, hoping I'll fall,

Still dey expect your JOY to come in the MORNING, after it all.

Either CHRISTIAN OR RONALDO, no dey DRIBBLE me, my friend,

Like OKOCHA dey expect MERCY, this game has to end.

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I believe in the NAKED TRUTH, exposed and clear,

No mean sey my well-covered sculptured curves is a CLOTHED LIE, banished fear.

All my PARABOLA no be HYPERBOLE, a truth that curves and bends,

I got CURVES to place your heart in CUFFS, where passion transcends.

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My WOMAN BODY naturally WOO MAN BUDDY, designed to entice,

Even my ANATOMY is AN ART TO ME, a captivating device.

The GEOGRAPHY of my PHYSIQUE, a headshot trigger true,

To the CHEMISTRY of man's BIOLOGY, a potent, stunning view.

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This double BOOBS you call your BOO, with eyes like YOUTUBE wide,

If to sey na only BR**ST dey showcase my BEST, where could I hide?

My chest for dey HEAVY me, a burden, a heavy weight,

If it were only SLITS and TILTY TITS, sealed by cruel fate.

I for no happy dey show TEETH, a forced, unhappy smile,

If to sey na only MILK, this life for obviously SUCK, for a while.

Not in a MEEK or fair way, but a hollow, empty plea,

My worth runs deeper, boundless and free.

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While you're happy that I'm BURSTY, lost in that shallow gaze,

I'm happy Christ is my BESTIE, guiding through life's maze.

You wanna strip t*ts and sip like a jug, with thirsty, greedy eyes,

While you stretchy tug it like a thug, under mocking skies.

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My CHEST satisfaction THRESH SURE, a boundary firm and clear,

Makes what you see a TREASURE CHEST, holding what I hold dear.

But No be the t*ts wey you wan teeth, with hunger in your soul,

Na Christ in me make me dey CHEST OUT, making me truly whole.

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My ear got a hole for EARING JEWELS, sparkling, bright and bold,

And an extra for HEARING sweet words, stories to be told.

I got a hot NECK for choking PECKS, a brief and playful game,

And a LONGER THROAT for a D**P THROAT, but not for shame.

I know You got ZEAL for my BRA than BRAZIL, a burning, fierce desire,

To solve the MATH of my FIGURE EIGHT, setting your soul on fire.

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E go sweet to BAMBAM with my BUMBUM, a rhythm you might crave,

But this bobby ASSET popping than ASS SET, a truth you must engrave.

I don't depend on the fact that I GOT T*TS, a fleeting, worldly show,

But on the fact that God GOT IT, making my spirit glow.

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I left the WORLD behind, its glitter and its lure,

To stand on the WORD, forever steadfast, pure.

I no need look back to become SALT, preserving what is true,

I'm a work of ART – sexy by NATURE, in all I say and do.

As for not drowning in the S*X SEA – that's NURTURE, my spirit's guiding hand,

I no be GLO but I GLOW, my GLOBE is GLOBAL, across the land.

I stand out tall, with Christ as my High Heels, eternally strong and free!

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(Hold the pose, captivating the audience with your gaze. A slight, knowing smile.)

So, tell me, my people... what's your take? You feeling this? What's your masterpiece?

(Lights fade to black as the beat slowly fades.)

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