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2781, Sistaspeak
Posted by Ambergirl, Mon Nov-10-03 03:45 PM

A:
Made strong I've held up against the wind
the back and forth shifted my perspective
forced me to focus my direction
tune into the eternal within
exposing memory bares the broken lines
jagged minds can make for an unfortunate climb
no more knuckled hold on slipping shoulders
I've settled into this craggy rest (release)
with synthesizing sistas who spin
like straw into gold
word magicians
sistas with baby bags in sling backs
or tracks weaving down the back
wrapped earths essential in cyphers
and sho nuff mackstresses with little tact

we

mirrors for each on which to lean
until we break the images that stand between
self and the woman becoming

B:
Whole with our enlightened being
Got to repair them cracks
Girl, you are my confidant and friend
Not the scapegoat to invest my failings in
No need to compete or roll our eyes
Grab your seed and I’ll grab mine
Set our perceived differences aside
Teach the youth how to cross this line
Into our future of
Self love
Sister love
Human love
It’s all divine
Meditated on life
and asked the creator above
Help me understand
and gain this thing called love
He gave me hardships and mis steps
Fire and brimstone imposed by others
Battles with myself
Friends, Parents, and lovers
I aint saying I don’t love my brothers
But I have to explain
That I can divide my pain by
Vibing with another lady
On an emotional plane
So I thank him for all women
White, yellow, and black
Ladies
Come Close
We gotta have each others backs

A:
Standing on shoulders of ancestral mothers
who knew struggle ingesting their pain like pills
the end result the same, the will survives
where the flesh cannot
when he left you thought your heart would stop
but its not hardly over
lessons taught we stay at the board
the more we learn the more we grow
extending the energy that exists
no boundary points just uplifted fists
we pick our battles and yours are mine
Im not referring to the schoolyard kind
playtime's over we breakin molds
crossing lines, leaving the baggage behind


We are made strong and holding on
but breathing deep these days
making sure we rest these days
come on Sis, let's break some bread
bless the temple, anoint the head
keep the foods simple ital
we shall press on become the future
of our foremother selves




A: Ambergirl
B: Imagination 7

*Raise fists for Girlpower*