Quiet Poetry Lounge : Women In Chains

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  1. ASHANTA

    ASHANTA Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Women In Chains
    Author Jacqueline Amos




    I reclaim my identity for the world to see.
    I women shall no longer be the punching bag,
    For the world to see, I the sacred grounds of my
    Fathers house.

    O, shall I soothe de grief, since fate denies
    the sanctuary of the waving eyes, no man
    shall understand the brace,
    Nor gaze in silent anguish of thy fate
    Afraid thee strong armored spirit I let not the tears
    Upon this blood of tarnish decreed,
    I have lived before, I shall return again,
    I the black wings of chamber, know
    the hidden secrets of the dead, there is
    no power that lies upon the earth.

    I became confuse in the hypocrisies,
    of women and man. Hidden secret upon the grave ,
    my mama cry out loud,
    The sons of my sons, the hidden darkness that lies upon
    The hidden secrets that continue
    to live among the black Niles,
    De off set to unity continues
    to cry out loud.
    I seen the black rivers and
    the whips upon my back,
    The uppe’ry ****** who lives
    upon the swampy dust,
    Who catches my soul upon the black net, and sell me
    To the slave blocks for gold coins.


    When I had to be the warrior of my family tree,
    I became the aggressor of my kingdom,
    As t he world looks own with a frown,
    I became the women and man, of my family tree.
    I sit in judgment before the world,
    the propaganda of
    What a women should be,
    tarnish by those who live,
    Between there forest,
    and tarnished the name of women,
    I come in all colors and shades.

    Beyond the laughter and tears,
    I the provider of my kingdom,
    The nurture of my seeds,
    The incubation of an injustice that man set forth for me.
    My daughters and sons follow after my pain.
    When I became the provider of my family tree,
    I became aggressive, I didn’t know how to be.
    When my man steps to me, I become dominant in what I
    Want, and my femininity becomes the warrior, and
    The women takes on a new form.


    As the lion sits before his family tree,
    death to those
    Who violates the order of protector,
    I the lioness
    Death to those who step upon the line,
    of human nature.
    Breaking the chains of who is ,
    and what is suppose to be.
    When you step away and abandon me,
    I became your curse, as well as your seed.


    I the laughter, I the tears,
    I the provider, I the pain,
    I women raped , I reclaim my identity,
    I break the chains.
    Tears upon my pillow, starved for family,
    cursed by man.


    I have returned to the solitude,
    of the wilderness, the place
    Of the beginning I cry no victim song.
    No longer shall I be the servant,
    The master has lost his key.
    Integrity roots of essentiality,
    Silencing concepts of tomorrow ,
    Through the vessels of all words,
    Seductions of life and dreams,
    within the fears and doubts,
    depths of human conditions,
    Women warriors of the night,
    women in chains, shall be broke.




    Copywriter 2002​
     
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    $$RICH$$ Lyon King Admin. STAFF

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    chains break from the wall
    of lost hope and free to be
    the Queen she is
    a woman will not be held down !
    i like dis .....Tyte flow sis.
     
  3. true love

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    very beautiful:
    "I women shall no longer be the punching bag" my favorite line. i loved this poem.
     
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    ASHANTA Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Thank you my friends in spirit.
     
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