The Power of A Woman

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do not care About how you feel Or What you think of me; I am a Queen Walking with my head held high My back erect, Rolling my shoulders and my neck Because God did not give them to me for me to hang my head Like my ancestors were left hanging For dead. I am a Goddess; A temple created for worship A diamond, though I may be rough around the edges I am worth it I am perfect I am priceless, Unable to be placed on a price list; They cannot buy me So I Let them pass by me Staying in my lane, I refuse to move for those who do not honor my integrity; It speaks volumes Volumes of water, like the ocean Moving according to the cycles of the moon Which mark the periods of each season; There’s a reason why it’s called Mother Nature. I am the Nurturer, With innate abilities that turn men into Kings; A womb that will house future legacies of architects who will go on to build dynasties; I do not allow desire to taint the soil of my unplanted seeds I Hope you see I Hope you look At the destruction created When they took the Woman off of her pedestal, making her a foot stool To be stepped on And Over Over and over again; They can pretend that we do not matter But it is only a matter of time before the biological clocks tick tock tick tock Ring The alarms And we will be ready and armed No longer silent or complacent, We will rightfully take our places Remove the faces that make up the made up images of what a woman should be You will respect me As a warrior With strength in my hips The truth on my tongue Lips Pointed like a gun Ready to fire at the enemy; I speak UNapologetically My words pierce souls, Create portals to release the demonic energies of those who are not what they claim to be My mother Taught me That Which glitters Is not Always gold; I am a teacher Allowing God’s knowledge and wisdom to take hold of the children Who have been lost, locked and washed In white America America America! Whose cities still rest upon stilts Over blood rivers that flow through the streets Of Chicago, Of Boston, Of New York, Of the Middle East And you may choose to remain ignorant But the truth is There is no peace Without the healer Without the lover Without the mother Without the creator And I do not know who told you otherwise But there is nothing On Earth Greater Than the power Of A Woman