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Poetry is one of my first loves. Here's something I wrote that was inspired by the great poet Maya Angelou.Who Am I ?By Shelia M. GossWho am I?I am a woman of class,With a show of elegance a sense of pride One that can not and will not be compromised.I am a woman with many degreesNot speaking of formal education, but life experiencesThat help developed me into what you now see.I am part of the evolution, some might say revolutionWith my innovation, yet sometimes filled with frustrationBut still stand tall as one of God's finest creations.See I am a woman of hopeFull of life's possibilities, trying to live up to my abilitiesNot accepting what life is trying to offer me.I am a woman in spite of the complicationsStill moving with strong determinationTo reach the highest regardless of the situation.I am a woman filled with sensitivityNot letting just anyone get close to meBecause positivity is what surrounds me.That's Who I am.
I agree with Sheila,Poetry is also one of my first loves handed down to me from my mother who is almost 87 and still reciting some of the southern classics.Here is one of my own that I'd like to share with all the Sheroes and positive queens gathering here... SANCTUARY by Rachel Berry From my thick full lipsdown to my curvy hipsand even in the creases of my sweet in betweenI carry love And even on strawberry dayswhen my mood stings and swaysI carry loveI bear memories, hopes and dreams from the wells of my mindThough some wish me shameful of my ample behindI still carry love I can glimpse the futureReminisce my pastDevour the now through vision of insightan effortless taskSee I’m built like thatSewn like thatSometimes I talk to you through trembles of hidden painStill love rivers through meSometimes I am so filled up with femininityNo drugs can cure meI can talk till words chill us like winter frostThan in a second my words turn to heartbeats that truly throb of you, me and humanityand tears flood my soul and I affect even youSee emotions fill me up tooI carry so much hereDeep in my wonder lays a nation of spirits I continue to evoke even to my surprise Wisdom grows metill I am a priestess visualizedMy abdomen aches when fake friends manifest and fall from me like fever healed by a blessingMy loins laugh out children or ideaseither a new birthAnd once again I am in redemption of my worthI am sick with creativityNothing egregious hereCareful of a lover takenA soul must be worthy of intrusion upon my hidden treasuresWill their penetration spoil me or oil me? Mountains of future threaten to make me more of what I amOf what I pray to beFilled is my temple by my creator of gloryI am a humble vesselguarding this giftSheltering this lovethat drips from my lips and puts sway in my hipsand all my sweet in betweensAnd though I pass before youso ordinaryBeholdMy blessingMy Sanctuarycopyright(c)October 2005 Check out the URL below to see the book trailer for my poetry book "From The Heart & Heat Of Me"http://www.onetruemedia.com/otm_site/auth_preview?work_id=9472601
His HandsHow does he show his love?Like any other, right?The twinkle in his eyeThe sweet kiss every nightHow does he show his care?Like any other manEarly morn off to workEarning the most he canHow does he show his heart?Like very few would doHis wallet opens easilyHis hands are first to youHow do I see his love?Like any other, right?The twinkle in my eyeA hero in my sightHow do I see his care?Like solid steady calmEarnest effort dailyEar out for any wrongHow do I see his heart?Like few themselves demandHis arms lift children upHis strong warm work scarred handAngie Breidenbachhttp://www.MyGemofWisdom.com
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