Sunday, July 1, 2018

Black, Magic Woman

They hear the tonality of your voice and are frightened by its strength
I revel in its melody
It rocked me to sleep and welcomed the sun to my face
Made me laugh away my tears and pulled me out of my own hiding place
The most fierce battle cry in war
And yet the sweetest taboo
Your roar brings the fire and your whisper calls the rain

Many dare try to force your silence
But your ancestral line would never allow it
They stand beside you like the invisible wind beneath the wings of a Phoenix
Carrying your power to all 
Beckoning them to join in your crusade
When you warned them and they didn't listen, you turned your chorus into an aria and belted every note from your gut 
Not missing a single note after the kicks and the bruises
They try their best 
Loud threats 
Tanks and guns
The audacity of  pestilent imbeciles who call you out of your name
Even still
They know you can save them all

They know what's been given to you
That it can't be taken away
And even if you ascend to the position of the ones that came before you
They know there will be more
Sent from the same plane as you and the ones that gave you your gifts
And they will fight 
With grace 
On their own terms 

You have been mistreated
Disrespected
Neglected
Shunned
Spat on and dismissed

Yet admired

All at once

They hurt you and then panhandle your mercy 
Which you have offered
But only for a matter of time
The sand in the glass is moving quickly

You have been a force since the day God created you
You may bend
But you will never fold




...dig and be dug...

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