My Words My World

My words are my life, my reality

They are my pain and sorrow told

My love and joy 

My words are my home,

My fulfillment,

My nutrition,

My comfort and

My resting place

I love my words like

I love my Life

They’ve become my best friend and

My lover 

They show me compassion  at night

Warm me up in the cold and

Embrace me when I’m lonely

Know that my words are my very emotion

They are my world.

My words eat into my flesh

Down to my soul and leave

Me empty with cracked bones

These words strangle the breath

Of life out of me and leave me for

dead by the wayside.

But I love these words like a child

Loves his mother

Therefore I will not let it go

I open up my heart

Let it in and rape me of my sanity's

Lift the joy of normality out of me

And leave me for folly in the eyes of men.

I love these  words so I  continually drown

In the unforeseen pleasure and satisfaction

They give me.

(Unedited and unfinished but still enjoy it)

LONG TIME NO SEE

it's been awhile since I've been on my blog or even put up recent original. This is mainly due to some 

personal battles I have been fighting. But I'm here, I'm back and I'm writing like life depends on it. 

PHENOMENIAL WOMAN BY MAYA ANGELOU

TO EVERY WOMAN IN THE WORLD FOR INTERNATIONAL WOMEN'S DAY

Phenomenal Woman

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

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