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Women In Chains
Author Jacqueline Amos
I
reclaim my identity for the world to see.
I women shall no longer be the punching bag,
For the world to see, I the
sacred grounds of my
Fathers house.
I became confuse in the hypocrisies,
of women and man.
When I had
to be the warrior of my family tree,
I became the aggressor of my kingdom,
As t he world looks own with a frown,
I
became the women and man, of my family tree.
I sit in judgment before the world,
the propaganda of
What a women
should be,
tarnish by those who live,
Between there forest,
and tarnished the name of women,
I come in all
colors and shades.
Beyond the laughter and tears,
I the provider of my kingdom,
The nurture of my seeds,
The
incubation of an injustice that man set forth for me.
My daughters and sons follow after my pain.
When I became the
provider of my family tree,
I became aggressive, I didn’t know how to be.
When my man steps to me, I become
dominant in what I
Want, and my femininity becomes the warrior, and
The women takes on a new form.
As
the lion sits before his family tree,
death to those
Who violates the order of protector,
I the lioness
Death
to those who step upon the line,
of human nature.
Breaking the chains of who is ,
and what is suppose to be.
When
you step away and abandon me,
I became your curse, as well as your seed.
I the laughter, I the tears,
I
the provider, I the pain,
I women raped , I reclaim my identity,
I break the chains.
Tears upon my pillow, starved
for family,
cursed by man.
I have returned to the solitude,
of the wilderness, the place
Of the beginning
I cry no victim song.
No longer shall I be the servant,
The master has lost his key.
Integrity roots of essentiality,
Silencing concepts of tomorrow ,
Through the vessels of all words,
Seductions of life and dreams,
within the
fears and doubts,
depths of human conditions,
Women warriors of the night,
women in chains, shall be broke.
Copywriter
2002
Man and the Virtuous Women
By Jacqueline Amos
Men who respect the values of women. A woman is an honor to her man. Spirituality is the gift, a reward of all
man. Women who walk with honor, backbone to her mans dreams, Will always be the
blessing of an ordain heart. Man is not the outhouse of free love, He respects
women who cherish her body, and not intimidated by using the word no. A
man was to lead by God, giving him the respect of his household, be careful what you ask for, your right hand will hit you
in the face, the eyes and the warrior of his family tree. Why must women, play this equal game, when man is the warrior of
his turf, and the provider of his family tree.
This have taken away the identity that man must lead, Women cry lonely without a king, A house is not a home,
and material things will not substitute the boundaries of love. Women who play the role of man, loose the identity of her
fiminate being, A man the life line, and the women the incubation of his dreams, Oh the bellowing sounds of lonely that creeps
through the doors of women, Who lives alone, and cries through the night, holding her pillow tight, Raising her children alone,
and the sins that fall upon her family tree,
Man is the gift from God, And must continue to lead, Sex before marriage, oh the great sin, As Adam an Eve,
the bite from life, Now women wonder why, the respect no longer resides in there temple, free fruits of the earth. Wearing
there dresses up there as-, Men will play, but never take you home to meet mother, the out house to his pleasures and wants.
The women of honor will be his wives.
Things that are tarnished will not be honored by God, I the breath, I the eyes, I the shoulder, I the laughter,
I the warrior, I the leader, I the man, I the provider. I the legacy of God’s order.
Marriage no longer a sanctuary of God’s words of truth,
Women cry why man, will not marry, Men came from the womb,
There is a difference between boys a great man.
It is a none fact that bad boys love good girls, is this honor, are is it destruction to her temple are turf,
any thing goes she says, after the outhouse affairs, he disappears, women wonder why, he will no longer call. Disgrace to men. The effect of all women wear the curse, even
when her temple is clean, she feels the pain.
Babies born out of wed lock, women wonder why men run, and flee, if she would have waited, he could have been
her king, women take responsibility for this curse, babies don’t hold men, when it is not birth in honor of mans name,
she sit in pain, waiting for the next, to make the same mistake, listen as I speak.
Loving a man, who shows no honor to her turf, wanting the world to save her from disgrace, playing on others
for sympathy, when she can just pick up an leave, crying oh how she love thee. No the difference between a man and a boy.
Man repeat the same mistakes, left with a broken heart, If women humble herself she would no the truth, the devil always tell
on his self, if women would be her self, an humble, and stop trying to empress.
Women who educate the mind, and the common sense is left behind, and all that Is left, is an educated fool,
a women without respect to self, will always be the outhouse to mans repeat, respect your self, never deny your self of a
mind, it will be your children’s, curse for life, what ever control your mind, will control your destiny, never live
through man’s eyes, unless he bless you with his name, and hope chest. Fear
not the truth, Respect, Morals, Principals, Love, Honor, must be address, all components are necessary, love through a mans
eyes, Man who sale his soul to the world, is a man who walk without honor to his own self worth, A man looks for a virtuous
women to wear his name.
Copywriter 2002
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