A path begun and ended
A journey of a life wondering what is the truth to forgiveness
She watched through the glass of her eyes
To sprinkle glitter and wear pretty bows
Or
Throw a ball and wear the marks
Without a fight or war but left with scars
Dreams of being a princess and all magical things laid to rest
Realizing they see us as nothing more than a pawn
In chess the Queen is deemed to protect the king
As in reality but we often miss the scheme of things
To be soft but not to shed too many tears
To be independent for most of your years
To be dependent but still raise and bear the land
To birth the nations sometimes without a held hand
Every step I take
Every step my heirs take
She
Her
And hers
Our lives, our momentum, they won’t break
The creators of life
The Gods we are
Fly to the sun and not to the dimmed star
Live and embrace all of what they can and cannot see I am a
Woman….Wombman
Listen to my soul speak
– La’Nesha, I Am Why consultant
