Wonder not for I indeed am a woman of strength - Yes I am
It is now that I lay in my bed I say, Yes I am, Yes I am and not the Yes I am you made me believe I was
I am a woman of strength for if it were not for the strength within these veins,
If it were not for the strength carrying this frail frame,
The strength I possess that led I to the Yes I am, that you planted in my strong willed soul
These eyes that stare without a blink at the sharp blazing object yielded towards it,
These hands that ward off the potential harm posed its way,
These ears firmly planted on the ground, waiting for those giant footsteps - who could that be?
I wonder - is it time to retreat to that secluded shrine, is it time to race to that chosen spot
Is it that time to give it all up and let out that strength this aching heart manifests.
It is perhaps that the truth is the way of setting us free, perhaps an overrated statement for I
I as a woman of strength, with the strength usually safely tucked away in the pangs felt in my intestines
The strength I possess as I walk barefoot to fend for those of my womb,
the additional strength that only a soldier can carry as armor, I am that woman of strength
Yes I am, strength is I, I have strength, I provide strength
As I look up to the road ahead, and see the possibilities within the journey
I ask where is that strength to get me through these stumbling blocks?
The answers lie within for I as a woman of strength can build a nation
Yes I am strength for my tongue is not constructed to break, I am strength
The thousands of hair strands on my head are intertwined to a chain of strength
I walk, I speak, I sing, I sleep, I feed, I fend - Yes I am strength
That sharp knife pointed towards those that matter, is but a blunt trivial object compared to my strength
The harsh rays poisoining the eyes, are but the light at the end of this tunnel to I as a woman of strength
The rain that floods is but an ocean my way, the one that is meant to clean rotten debris
The winds that break the baobab trees, bring but the source of my foundation to build from
I have given the other cheek not because I was the Yes you thought I was
I have slept in the hospital casualties and police stations, Yes I a woman of strength
I have gone to bed with hunger, scared to touch a morsel of your sweat
I am drobed in attire that is not deserving of my torso, but I am a woman of strength
I am ailing and aching when the emotions envelope my sanity
I bid you farewell my lover, my friend for I as a woman of strength need to be strong
May your paths not be troubled when you think of how you tortured me
May those that follow in my footsteps not suffer the hardships I was subjected to
As you walk the talk remember that this I, is that of a woman of strength
Not the I that you created, it is my time to embrace the world
For I am that woman of strength
Written and Posted on my facebook notes Thursday, 12 August 2010
It is now that I lay in my bed I say, Yes I am, Yes I am and not the Yes I am you made me believe I was
I am a woman of strength for if it were not for the strength within these veins,
If it were not for the strength carrying this frail frame,
The strength I possess that led I to the Yes I am, that you planted in my strong willed soul
These eyes that stare without a blink at the sharp blazing object yielded towards it,
These hands that ward off the potential harm posed its way,
These ears firmly planted on the ground, waiting for those giant footsteps - who could that be?
I wonder - is it time to retreat to that secluded shrine, is it time to race to that chosen spot
Is it that time to give it all up and let out that strength this aching heart manifests.
It is perhaps that the truth is the way of setting us free, perhaps an overrated statement for I
I as a woman of strength, with the strength usually safely tucked away in the pangs felt in my intestines
The strength I possess as I walk barefoot to fend for those of my womb,
the additional strength that only a soldier can carry as armor, I am that woman of strength
Yes I am, strength is I, I have strength, I provide strength
As I look up to the road ahead, and see the possibilities within the journey
I ask where is that strength to get me through these stumbling blocks?
The answers lie within for I as a woman of strength can build a nation
Yes I am strength for my tongue is not constructed to break, I am strength
The thousands of hair strands on my head are intertwined to a chain of strength
I walk, I speak, I sing, I sleep, I feed, I fend - Yes I am strength
That sharp knife pointed towards those that matter, is but a blunt trivial object compared to my strength
The harsh rays poisoining the eyes, are but the light at the end of this tunnel to I as a woman of strength
The rain that floods is but an ocean my way, the one that is meant to clean rotten debris
The winds that break the baobab trees, bring but the source of my foundation to build from
I have given the other cheek not because I was the Yes you thought I was
I have slept in the hospital casualties and police stations, Yes I a woman of strength
I have gone to bed with hunger, scared to touch a morsel of your sweat
I am drobed in attire that is not deserving of my torso, but I am a woman of strength
I am ailing and aching when the emotions envelope my sanity
I bid you farewell my lover, my friend for I as a woman of strength need to be strong
May your paths not be troubled when you think of how you tortured me
May those that follow in my footsteps not suffer the hardships I was subjected to
As you walk the talk remember that this I, is that of a woman of strength
Not the I that you created, it is my time to embrace the world
For I am that woman of strength
Written and Posted on my facebook notes Thursday, 12 August 2010
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