Power of a Woman

If only we knew our true power.
We are built with strong backs and soft hands.
We speak comfort with lips and conceive life between our hips.
We are extraordinary.
Before there was Martin and Malcolm
There was Harriet and Sojourner.
One leading us to freedom and one after we got there, declaring despite all the hardships and loss, I still bare my cross.
Having to work like a man
And although calloused, I still have a woman's hands.
Ain't I a woman?
We are a force to be reckoned with.
More powerful than we can comprehend.
Understanding we are often misunderstood. We carry generations in our wombs.
So full of life we release the pain of our unfertilized soil once a month.
Just a reminder of what we possess.
Our bodies are not meant just for sex.
Our lips speak life into our sons and daughters.
Our hands hold the potential of what is yet to come.
Our arms are the gateways to heavenly hugs.
Our waists are small to allow our lovers to wrap around us to remind us we are loved.
Our hips are wide to give way to the future that lies within our loins.
We are goddesses by design.
I pray this reminds you of who are.
A queen.