WOMAN I HAIL THEE.......continues

Hi beautiful women out there, I say beautiful because as women, we are beautiful in and out. The strength of a woman can be compared to nothing I have ever seen. No matter how tall, slim, fat, dark or fair you are as a woman, there is an inexplicable beauty about you that not so many can see. As I write you this morning, I can see vivid pictures of my mother in my head and how beautiful she was, how strong she was, I can only see her as a beautiful super woman whose sacrifices I am not willing to do and whose sacrifices I do not encourage any woman to do because a WOMAN should have a LIFE whether or not she is married and whether or not she has children.

The bottom line is, we are beauty and strength personified, it doesn't matter what anyone has to say about you. This is why I am dedicating my opening segments of this blog to the appraisal of WOMANHOOD......WOMAN I HAIL THEE. Most of what I will be doing in this segment is to encourage every woman out there to heed the clarion call, come out of her hole of shame and buried dreams, shake off the sand on her body and dream again.....Live again......Love life again.

Once more, I am dedicating this poem of mine to you beautiful women reading my blog who has forgotten her dreams and drive or who has not even realized how strong and beautiful she is. The poem below is for you......... its a song of freedom from self inflicted bondage. I title it DREAM.

DREAM

I have a dream a song to sing

I have a wish to express and send for the growing generation to sing and read after my epitaph has been lifted

It is a song of freedom

A song of liberation

Liberation for the girl child

The woe man

Whose woe has become man?

The song of freedom oozing from the mouths of my kindred’s kindred

Enlightenment for our heart

The quest to fight for our dignity and integrity

Where are those proud shoulders?

High in the skies with aesthetics and beauty

Born from within

Dwelling within our hearts of gold

This treasure should not be lost in lust

Not even in the deception of man

Like in the shovels

Pick up your lost shovels

And start digging

Dig deep enough to recover all that has been lost

Gold, rubies, diamonds and precious stones

Shine again woman

My heart bleeds for this awakening

It is my dream

A song I want to be sung long after my epitaph have been raised

A song of freedom.

Poem by Aboshi MaryAnn