It was that day that she rose to me
explained to me that she wanted me to be by her side
to love and honor her like the queen she is
color matters to this as it will not
because color is not what she is
she does not live by the roots in her hair
the blood in her veins
the squint in her eyes
or the way her ass be-bops while shes walking
what does matter though
is through the voice that she brings
with her soul she screams
and sometimes crying at times,
just to give it's all
will she fall victim to an unjust memory from something she knows or may have seen?
who knows
shit I knows, that she wont fall like the victims she saw
to the bullets that flew
to the crack that peeled
and to the methane that dane many's ability for nights and days
she will not fall down as though she's a slave
because a stronger woman
she is
and that is why she lasted through-out the most hatred of days
of
racism, of non democratized states, of situations making her think of troubled thoughts of murdering allegations, while
taking in the most killing type of penetrations, rape she calls out, but
but
she still over comes
and now she's roaming the streets
wondering if now, is the time that she can once and furthermore, be happy
so I say it her
is it now
is it time
for her to face her soul again
be whole again
like she was when at birth
or will she fall down to the ending of this trail
to forget as the others did, and forget what a woman is really worth?
I ask of you thou woman
WILL YOU ONCE AGAIN, BE QUEEN AGAIN
BE WHOLE AGAIN, TO ME AGAIN.....
