A Message To Black Women Warriors
Sacrificing The Lamb Of My Limb
Black Women Warriors as well as your brothers have 9 eiphers, melons in the skin, what give us our completion, God light is green, the edge is just on the other side of the beginning, don’t go to the edge, if you fall off , you are just on the other side, one hand washes the other, but it takes two to wash your face, when one hand is dirty, one side of the face is too, dirty hands can’t clean the face; I come through the womb of women, I travel the universe, as my spirit continues to return, through the bonding ship of harvest, as the savior died upon the cross, he continues to come, my legacy is the scars of my brother Jesus, who was hated among many men, the black man will continue to come, as my children that lay upon my nest, If you kill the nest the Queen shall dye, the incubation of realistic bares my Tribal scars.
I am the prophet and the DNA of the Messiah poet, Afraid be not the strong armored spirit; 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. Submerging warmth within my mothers womb, link between the heavens an earth, darkness with calm as I await to reach the light, development stage of human form that I await, Freedom the gift from God, to live to breath, to be loved without harm, A gift to women, the womb of the universe, the pain the struggle that I await through my mothers womb, the life line a gift given to women, the image of God, the blessed seed, from the fountain of life.
Thy mother the pain, the breath of life, The pain the symbol of the crucifix which they hanged Jesus from the cross, the blood that stored for nine months that Jesus lost. To give thee life; the like of love and the respect for God; The blessing of women the symbol of love, blessings from God.
The bible cord of life, the cutting of the chains that I may be free, the struggle the symbols of the pain that I Jesus felt, women the incubator of his love, and the scars that she carries, as she set beside the cross, the gift of life, the sacrifice of pain, the rebirth of life, the symbol of the new born king.
There is no slavery beyond the gates of thy God, Man creates the stages of disgrace, freedom was given at the stage of rebirth, the scars the blood in the palms of woman’s hand, Rise my brothers and give her great love, the agony that she carries for nine months, the pain an suffering to give life, think the symbol of thy Jesus, the pain of love.
I the strength of a rock, when my hands were chained, and my babies raped, took their life’s, sacrificing the lamb of my limbs, they suffered not in the abomination of hell, I black women soldier stand tall, I the 9 eipher of my brothers stroll, I give thy life of my lamb, sacrificed it to God, that I black women warrior of strength shall not let my children suffer in the name of slave, oh what a bitter tastes of my tongue, but I leave a legacy that my warrior sister, shall save the lamb.
Between the rivers and the tunnel of light,
The begging of life; the swelling of thou breast,
The milk and honey, which awaits your first breathe.
Your head and shoulders between my knees,
As I birth the warrior of the earth.
The chain that connects from heaven and earth;
The symbol of Gods Locks, the pain that you scream;
The first slap of the earth;
I screamed as I pushed you out of my womb,
Life labor un rehearse, remember daughter we are one.
The swelling of thy belly, the craving of thy sons wants,
The suffering of thy Jesus that stood above the cross;
Remember my son. The symbol of Jesus who has given his life;
I the sanctuary of Gods Holy passage that brought you across;
I give to thee life. Everything we do shall be as one.
Thy marks of thy wants upon the sacred grounds of your toss;
The marking of my love and wants;
The labor of thy love, the pain of thy God, the glow of life;
I give to thee thy son. Remember Mother of the Universe.
Thy ebony satin that flowed through thy womb;
The locks thy body that cover the blood of thy precious king;
Thy give life above the earth; the tears of thy labor,
Brought fourth a King Let not thy labor be in vain.
I mold thee into thy symbol of a Queen;
the warrior of the past and future,
tomorrow of great kings and queens,
Remember my Daughter we are one.
The Night as the dark, the rain and the sun, the laughter and tears,
Remember son we are one.
The symbols of thy temple, the signs
of thy torso, the smiles of thy image,
the likings of thy ancestors, remember thy daughter Queen,
I am you and you are me;
Master peace of Gods Love;
Thy life line has given thou seed, thy image of a prophet
that presents its family tree,Thou son of sons, that flows through the tunnel of a new day.
The rivers as you lye upon the rivers of Niles, that lives within thee.
The earth within thy womb, which inflates a human being, mercy to thee thy God, Thy gift of a Warrior
Oh this turmoil of infinity that brings forth the grand reaper of Death;
But yet I stand before the constitution of reform, it is not the reaper who attaches the soul, but the humility of its cause, but yet I find my self in complete humble, for the scars that I wear enters my synopsis of being. My legacy shall be branded upon the cemented stone, which reads my emphatic of the gone. I stood correct upon the given laws of the almighty God. Sing my song grand reaper sing my song, the tunnel of light I shall walk, I come in the world without nothing, so shall I read the same upon the cemented stone.
Because of the laws of death, that limited my time upon this earth, I shall not fear the reapers time, I have lived, so shall I die; death out weighs the soul of life, But upon the valley of return, I shall sit upon the skies of the lord, I have been summoning by the reaper of death, so that I shall again; Forever and ever upon the blood of the cross.
Oh these tired bones has come to an end of its psalms, I have lived so I shall dye My callings is on the bounty that I live, forever shall I bring the spirit of thy soul, cry not for my death, I shall travel upon the night as the grand reaper performs his mission right, I the tired bones shall not battle with the laws of death, that our weigh the soul.