"CREATIVITY..
THE VOICE OF WORDS WRITTEN..
LOUD..MEEK..HUMBLE
WORTHY..FREEDOM..LIBERATION..
SURVIVAL..
POVERTY..SEEKING
WHATS ASK...ON MY MIND..EQUALS 2..
COMPROMISE..
~~~~
SPEECH.."
I'm in the public eye...the applause begins..
where my womanly fashion..
stares out of strength
where ur soul wears me..breathin in comfort
compassion..reaches 2 perform..
I grab the mic commence 2 speak..In times of hope
in regards 2 defeat,what charged me as a
victim of voice..leads immaturity..the
youthfulness..holds on 2 demands..I gather my
documents..look straight at my opponent & with a loud
cry..I speak..I'm sick & tired of challenges
..the almighty verse, which beats up on..seeking
the truth..the light and the ways of living
the body, beautiful.. the skin..desirable..
the mind..sensible and the heart..humble..
these are what makes me compliable 2 man..
he connects w/eyes of a plan..
he shares his wisdom..he feeds my system..he
restores..what breaks hardships..where her centerpiece
of LOVE..shines through outlook..he nuture's
her back 2..paradise..a Island of mercy..he
repairs her victory..he knows just how she graces the floor
with her legacy.. what features..sadness..thinkin kindness
although she's a threat 2 sistahs who see no friendship
he becomes the cherished seedfaith..where love
merinates her heart..wears her, his roleplay..
her soulmate..confidant,brotha, companion..
even though it becomes very difficult to resist his charm
his warmth..kind, sweet appetizing delite..
I am a woman of respect..I live a single root..the grain
of fiber 2 release all things not intended2 become..HIS bark..
where my tree still stands PLANTED on a piece of LAND..
NEVER owned as..His PROPERTY
Just a single verse in harmony..waiting for the rights
2 b..One More with feelin..U
EVER so Humble..somebody's girl..
his ..forever...a Vantage Queen..invisable..his hotazz
harlem street..with no desire mention..should
I take a bow..or should I apologize 4 being
one love determine 2..Create..
a mountain outta of hotel rooms..right where
I remain..long distance..
STILL STANDING..
grow up..SiStaHgIrL..>I'mNoTdAoNe
Sheila T Jordan..CREATION
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