I am woman.

I am wife.

I am God's right hand,

I create life.


Stretch marks mean I grew too fast.

Thick thighs because I run from my past.


I'm a preacher

Of things I don't understand

A teacher

A holder of your hand.


I'm a glimpse of what you could be

If you lost a little of your worldly sanity.


I am woman.

Hard earned.

Fire burned.

Straight from the ashes of opression--


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