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Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Egypt

sometimes you'll look at me or i'll look at you after some ridiculous statement one or the other has made and we'll burst out laughing...so hard that we lose our breath and have to bend over...and my heart feels full full like it could pop...that's one of my favorite parts....
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Egypt
for my husband.
...i woke up this morning with you by my side.
and it reminded me that i have a partner who'll always be next to me.
and just like that...all my worries went away...
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Egypt
when i think of my little brown boy
i automatically grin.
this little male child
whose hands are shaped like mine
and bone structure resembles me.
who asks why
and still spontaneously gives me
great hugs and kisses.
this little brown boy
whose eyes well with tears
at times.
whose laugh makes me melt
all the time.
whose smile makes me day
every time.
my yums....
my son.....
my love....
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Egypt
Here I am
Naked and open before you....
Barefoot
Loving
Eager
Here I am
Hopeful
Scared
Ready
Here I am
in the midst of
taking the next step....
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Egypt
imagine a relationship that is.
imagine two people that are.
imagine there is fluidity and compassion.
imagine trust is ever present and understood.
imagine that people are in sync.
imagine a partnership where needs are reflected and met without being spoken.
imagine being respected for who you are and not who you could be.
imagine being happy just in your space.
imagine being together and love is primary.
imagine having the mate that will always be.
now imagine that you don't have to imagine this because it is what you have.
we are living it.
we are.
Egypt
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 orFall 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 touchMy 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.
~Maya Angelou

...that's me. that's you. affirm it each and every day. i am a phenomenal woman.
Egypt



My heart is beating.
I can feel it.
Life.
Pumping rhythymically.
I can feel it.
My heart.
Reminding me of life
Reminding me of breath
Reminding me of birth.
Each beat a blessing.
I can feel it beating.
I can feel it.
My heart.
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Egypt
Ain't I a Woman
by Sojourner Truth


That man over there say
a woman needs to be helped into carriagesand lifted over ditches
and to have the best place everywhere.Nobody ever helped me into carriages
or over mud puddles
or gives me a best place. . .

And ain't I a woman?
Look at meLook at my arm!
I have plowed and plantedand gathered into barns
and no man could head me. . .
And ain't I a woman?
I could work as muchand eat as much as a man--
when I could get to it--and bear the lash as well
and ain't I a woman?I have born 13 children
and seen most all sold into slaveryand when I cried out a mother's grief
none but Jesus heard me. . .
and ain't I a woman?
that little man in black there saya woman can't have as much rights as a man
cause Christ wasn't a womanWhere did your Christ come from?
From God and a woman!Man had nothing to do with him!
If the first woman God ever madewas strong enough to turn the world
upside down, all alonetogether women ought to be able to turn it
rightside up again.
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