This woman…
Enters the room
Reeking of the stench of yesterday’s sorrows
Her feet are the sea shores of lost captains
Looking for a place to settle on for just a short while
She’s got stories to tell
She’s laughed more than she’s cried
Lived more than she’s died
Her carnal nature is vile
But God still glows through her sun-kissed skin
As if it had it’s own smile
This woman…
Has been swimming through storms
Since she stepped out of troubled waters
She’s seen her heroines bow down to another power
And she wonders,
What’s in a woman?
Weakness is a foreign currency to females
And we’ve been inflated ever since the beginning of time
Our cries are known but unnoticed
Embodying strength and elegance
We fight stereotypes of being labelled as seductive
In a world that seems to value us for being sexually reproductive
But are we also to blame?
When we entertain and respond to being called derogatory names
Can we really complain?
When our standards descend
And our hearts remain open for simply anyone
What’s in a woman?
Women carry a worth more prestigious than fine stones
We are landmarks of Triumph. Integrity. Humility. Beauty.
Never to be merely reduced as something enticing to the male eye
God implanted power and poise
To bring up men out of boys
When men made themselves evanescent
And left women no choice
But to be strong
Women always have to be strong
For often our meekness
Is misconceived as weakness…
Woman of God,
Your imperfections make you interesting
Don’t ever apologise for having those eyes
That tell more than any man has ever seen in print
Never conceal the rivers of wisdom which flow from within
You are a light
A city on a hill
On days when your mind may drift away from this very fact
Just be still…
And know that He is God
And you are made in His image