I Wrote this poem for an upcoming Women's Magazine I will be a part of. (POIZE MAGAZINE)
Her eyes have seen the pain of defeat and the glory of triumph
Her hands have mended open wounds bringing healing and restoration to the lives of many
Her embrace knows no boundaries, encapsulating the masses into a wholesome bundle, and all members of the human race become one before her feet
With weathered heels she has trudged through the hardest slabs of granite, with one mission- To help the people find their voice and resurrect the power which lies within
The lowly rises,
The weak become strong,
The will of the powerful grows evermore,
and fruitless vines bear fruits once more
when young and old abound to drink from the juice of life called femininity
She bears no regrets from mistakes of days gone by
and yields not to the pressures of the world
She is guided by an intuition- The inner maternal voice
The call of the ancestral mothers who laid down old wisdoms
and passed it on to the daughters of a new era
Those wisdoms now weave into the fabric of her character
Giving it new shape- an unparraleled sense of liberation
For she is everything hopeful
Everything confident
Forever exuberant
Everything Poize.