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Did you tie her shoes?
Assist in removing her from out of her comfortable dwelling that she spent her first existence?
Did you wake up screaming beside her in the middle of the night, aid in consuming the nutrients that would aid in creating the woman that she would later become?
Were your undeveloped hands there to whip the tears from her eyes as she cradled her knees and maybe her behind while wondering why the world seemed so unfair?
Laid beside her as she dreamed while not realizing that she may very well become something great
You speak as though you know her
Cut your eye and find every possible flaw that you can find just so you can remind her of how imperfect she really is
Diss her and break her down, be little her
Snatch her away from her comfortable dwelling
Stripping her of her beauty and purity, leaving her broken both inside and out…
While wishing that she will remain broken
Why?
So she does not wear her hair straight, she chooses to show case the coarseness of her natural curls
The imperfections of her skin that she has learned to love and respect as she becomes a woman of culture instead of society
Wears her native colors of varieties and lives life from day to day since tomorrow will never be promised as long as you are stressing about what is around the corner.
Yes she speaks with strength and honesty, so beautifully you would think that you are listening to an old hymn that your grandmother would sing on Sunday morning while making her way to morning service
And although she is neither small nor big she warships her curves just as much if not as much
As the man who continues to hold her up upon his pedal stool
For she is his queen
You see but only one side of her
Yet swear you have seen all sides
Looking on like a spectator, never once sitting down with her
She may be many things but she not anything that you have claimed her to be
She has been broken and beaten
Prayed for strength when there was no strength being offered
Found herself in the coldest and darkest of places
Cried until her eyes were only able to outlined objects
Felt as the blood ran from the cracks of her warn hands as she worked them from day to day trying to maintain a household that was not worth maintaining
Felt gravity bare down upon her back and press downward as if it were trying to place her into an early grave
No my dear you do not know this woman right here
You do not know where she has been
You did not walk this path with her
You did not feel the roughness of the soles of the only pair of shoes that she had
Suffer with aches and pains that were caused by the weight of the world that she had to carry upon her back
As she clothed herself with old worn out clothes while yearning for a meal that she was unable to afford
You were not there to tie her shoes
You weren’t even there to tell her to be strong or kiss her wounds after she had fell
To catch those tears and mend her broken heart
Listen to her body collapse as she beg for help from the lord through the times that she did not have the strength to continue on
You were not there to watch her become the woman that she is this day
The woman who unknowingly choose to walk a path that many have failed to make it through…
You do not know a damn thing about this woman…
You do not even know yourself well enough to say…that you know this woman
Yet alone say that she is anything less than a strong woman
