RIP (to lost energy)

So a while back I wrote a poem which was inspired by William Blake and Maya Angelou
 dedicated to all the women who have been victimized by the terrible crimes against women in Namibia. Your feminine, motherly, sisterly energy will remain in our hearts forever.

I had the great honor of performing this piece twice, once on the stage of Spoken Word and then again at the Woman of Substance Conference at the Hilton Hotel, opening for Connie Ferguson.

This one is for you ladies. Rest In sweet Peace.

"You may write me down in history with your bitter, twisted lies
... You may trod me in the very dirt but still like dust I rise"
Come at me with hatred and lies
Scheme, plan and plot my demise
Laugh and poke at my crying eyes
but time and again I rise.

My power scares you
My light is blinding
My love so enticing it leaves men like you imprisoned in a jail that only requires you to be free
unlike that which you've become accustomed to.
In spite of you, your whips and your chains
my light and energy comes from a force that never dries out at the source so no matter what you do, I rise

And in the words of William Blake, “One thought can change everything”
One thought brought us out from the huts of history’s shame
And up from a past that's rooted in pain
With my thought I Bring the gifts my ancestors gave
Because the power of my thought houses the dreams and the hopes of women who came before and for me

I am the beauty of Cleopatra
I am the lioness of the pride
I am the wisdom of Hypatia
the purity of Mary
the seduction of Eve
the nativity of Pocahontas
and the divinity of Krishna

I am the root, the bud, the tree
and just like the seed, I RISE.. ©