I am a Complex woman
To know me is to look into my dark recesses
And understand my midnight.
To understand me is to stand in the freezing rain
And question why the earth moves on it's axis.
To move me is to relate to me in terms of the struggles of my people
To walk a mile in my shoes is to walk side by side with death, kiss him on the mouth and emerge from the slumber into the light of a beautiful day.
I am a complex woman.
I plant the rice in the hot swamps of China,
I am a masked warrior in Afghanistan
I have run with my children for our lives in the remote regions of Kuwaiti, South Africa, Serbia, and Croatia.....
I have survived plagues, starvation, rape and murder
I am unstoppable.
I am a complex woman
I stand with my man
I fall with my man
I raise my children and yours
I give and give unconscious of reciprocation
I forgive but never forget
I hate with purity, judge with impunity
and i never stop loving for a second
For i Isha am multi-faceted a priceless diamond
of unfathomable depth.
Do not try to solve my mystery
Just know that this complex woman's heart
is anything but complex.
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