A woman
A creation destined to create.
Magic with my hands that weave a poem and a sock.
Love with my eyes that seeps in your grief and ecstasy.
Life with my womb and heart that gives you a title or terror.
Songs with my tongue that surrenders your cruelty or boasts your justice.
Memories with my shadow that you fret at or yearn.
Contentment with my mind that intimidates or indulges your conversation.
But first, a soul that submits to your Creator and nothing else.
A woman, the Creator blessed to share a lil of the journey of creating.
