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BODIES WITHOUT LIMITS.
I know a whole lot of women with bodies without limits.
For the longest time, human history deemed you unworthy to have a voice and a say in shapingthe future.
Human history regarded you as a twinkling ornament hang right in the middle of the glade - to
entice different species - to bespeak their freedom from disenchantment and slavery.
In the garden of rustling blankets - fun and fulfillment is as brief as the passing of a bullet - Soon
a shrouded breeze flows around you - You loose your axe to the ruffling leaves.
Just like in the hands of a Potter - Human histroy thought they would wreck, crash and destroy
the ornament just to re-construct it again for more shows.
Crashed bodies against the walls, against the dressing table, burned bodies, forced abortions,
bleeding wounds hidden under headscarfs, bruised dorsun brilliantly dressed up with figure
belts.
I know a whole lot of women with bodies without limits.
But like Paul constantly exposed to death, fooged more severely, 40 latches minus one deep
down to the bones the scar tissue sustains you - The light gets in through the scar and with
more colors than rainbow - It transcends through the pettiness of an egotistical world.
Physical boundaries - World of darkness - The resident eveil clouding their cognitive - Selfishness of the
surrounding.
Women you are spreading goodness to others with an endless light of happiness
May you be crowned.
Your curves make a statement - In different shapes yet define your ability to shape the world - A
stamp to accentuate your power.
I know a lot of women with bodies without limits.
Exotic, intrigued, strong - Eyes sharp, no waring and intense. They look at the challenge dead in
the eye and give it a wink.
Eyes a doorway to her soul - She gives life. With her eyes, she saw,
committed, produced and natured you as her product - She shuts her eyes and the whole world drops dead.
I know these women.
The Goddess warriors who lead, inspire and make it happen. Her IQ is unmatched.
Her chest, a land flowing with milk and honey.
Those sacred pre-dawn feedings when you cherished time with her - keeping the gaze - smiling right back as she rocks the chair holding you closer with a tight embrace - Heart beats in syncrony - boy dont be shy - submit - admit "she pumps
up your confidence, like a drug you are addicted to her scent of hope and courage".
Women with bodies without boundaries.
Intelligent, beautiful, compassionate, tireless - they are wives, sisters, mothers, leaders, teachers.
I know them.
Her mind wider than the sea - An internal combustion of engine carrying her brilliance - Cocoa,
diamonds, rubies, pearls can never compare to her beauty that is her essence.
Young or old - Mother of civilization, one from whom all life comes from - Stand-up still.
Union building is no longer a battlefield - All power is endowed unto you - Just like with your strong
coiled natural hair rising up by nature, defying gravity, you may curl it around the fingers, release but it bounces back.
With your crown held in place by nature itself - Your are victorious.
Untie self from stigmatized societal entanglements and human history - Take a stand - Wisdom
and Knowledge your main anchors - Happy Womens month
© Vuyolwethu
For the longest time, human history deemed you unworthy to have a voice and a say in shapingthe future.
Human history regarded you as a twinkling ornament hang right in the middle of the glade - to
entice different species - to bespeak their freedom from disenchantment and slavery.
In the garden of rustling blankets - fun and fulfillment is as brief as the passing of a bullet - Soon
a shrouded breeze flows around you - You loose your axe to the ruffling leaves.
Just like in the hands of a Potter - Human histroy thought they would wreck, crash and destroy
the ornament just to re-construct it again for more shows.
Crashed bodies against the walls, against the dressing table, burned bodies, forced abortions,
bleeding wounds hidden under headscarfs, bruised dorsun brilliantly dressed up with figure
belts.
I know a whole lot of women with bodies without limits.
But like Paul constantly exposed to death, fooged more severely, 40 latches minus one deep
down to the bones the scar tissue sustains you - The light gets in through the scar and with
more colors than rainbow - It transcends through the pettiness of an egotistical world.
Physical boundaries - World of darkness - The resident eveil clouding their cognitive - Selfishness of the
surrounding.
Women you are spreading goodness to others with an endless light of happiness
May you be crowned.
Your curves make a statement - In different shapes yet define your ability to shape the world - A
stamp to accentuate your power.
I know a lot of women with bodies without limits.
Exotic, intrigued, strong - Eyes sharp, no waring and intense. They look at the challenge dead in
the eye and give it a wink.
Eyes a doorway to her soul - She gives life. With her eyes, she saw,
committed, produced and natured you as her product - She shuts her eyes and the whole world drops dead.
I know these women.
The Goddess warriors who lead, inspire and make it happen. Her IQ is unmatched.
Her chest, a land flowing with milk and honey.
Those sacred pre-dawn feedings when you cherished time with her - keeping the gaze - smiling right back as she rocks the chair holding you closer with a tight embrace - Heart beats in syncrony - boy dont be shy - submit - admit "she pumps
up your confidence, like a drug you are addicted to her scent of hope and courage".
Women with bodies without boundaries.
Intelligent, beautiful, compassionate, tireless - they are wives, sisters, mothers, leaders, teachers.
I know them.
Her mind wider than the sea - An internal combustion of engine carrying her brilliance - Cocoa,
diamonds, rubies, pearls can never compare to her beauty that is her essence.
Young or old - Mother of civilization, one from whom all life comes from - Stand-up still.
Union building is no longer a battlefield - All power is endowed unto you - Just like with your strong
coiled natural hair rising up by nature, defying gravity, you may curl it around the fingers, release but it bounces back.
With your crown held in place by nature itself - Your are victorious.
Untie self from stigmatized societal entanglements and human history - Take a stand - Wisdom
and Knowledge your main anchors - Happy Womens month
© Vuyolwethu
