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| WE THE WOMEN by Rachel Berry |
We the women the queens functioning in a land and time promised to us as conquers administrators, providers, partners, wives, leaders, bread-winners, helpers, lovers, mothers, daughters of promise and commissioners of hope yet sometimes our breasts become heavy with burdens and the weight ain’t pretty nor the stress, veins or marks that stretch a soul sometimes invisibly love, money and opportunity chooses selfishly sometimes and a many gets passed over sometimes tired feet and thighs ache in the dark alone forcing a flower to be bitter we the women are sometimes neglected of life’s best so we tend when we should be tended to also so many of us are done erroneously by self, man, child or other felines we’re all glorious colors of a creators choice our skin tones are like our fragrances some will love it others won’t press on ladies we the women sometimes go untouched and untaught of true love so some accept what’s given grudgingly, tolerating shaved time from another queen we fight each other for man seconds and learn to live as thirds babies adorn us like jewelry with no papers of warranty to show that we’re appreciated attitudes and issues wear our faces and dress our hips in ugly colors no matter how pretty and foxy we pay to be and we pay faithfully sometimes forfeiting a bill that plunges us into credit hell but leather and lace, tight jeans, spike heels, cute nails and arched eyebrows make a weave look good for court we the women can skip ‘Your Honor’ I’d like to file chapter seven if we’d just skip the seven mistakes that put us there lingerie for a married man is tossing money to the wind let that thought cling to you women we must hear this that just because our big booties are bouncing and our breasts are delicious soft lips glossed with honey perched to please don’t mean he won’t squeeze it off in an ‘Olive Oil’ look alike she got a you know what right? stop backing that thang up until he backs you up and you my sister at the grocery store the cashier at the mall the tired blossom sweating behind the cleaners counter why you look so mean girl? did he not show up again last night? is your braids too tight ? are your panties not riding right? you, me, we the women have to set it right we have to change the setting from the social work to working social to respecting others things and men let go of the trash no matter how good he look and a stiff one will make you forget if you don’t forget the stiff clear your heads and educate your future your offspring’s are looking for your direction bring them up not down we are queens, nubian spirits with the power in our eyes voice lips lungs hearts hands hips womb vagina legs and feet to turn this stigma around lovin’ is the bomb but a bomb is lovin’ the wrong one alone is not down but a situation that can be dealt with. stay encouraged and employed and the settling will vanish and in the mean time remember tricks are for kids but batteries aren’t just for kiddie toys. dismiss the boys for we are the women. copyright(c) 2003 |
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