Space And Time

A beautiful being
And a kindred spirit.
Destined to be amongst the stars.
Creative energy flows
And positive vibrations,
Makes the celestial body of work that you are.
Made of scorpions and fire.
Astrology divine.
More than a sign, dispersed amongst space and time.
Happy birthday, to you.
It’s your time to shine.
It’s your light.
It’s your reason.
It’s your rhyme.

Body

“Be not ashamed women…You are the gates of the body, and you are the gates of the soul.” – Walt Whitman

The body of a woman…
A temple created by The Most High.
A precious gift
That gives the gift of human life.
The body of a woman that you want to destroy for sport,
Then brag about your exploits.
If only you knew the greatness from whence you were descended,
You wouldn’t have to hang your head in shame
For the foul acts of malice that you choose to do.
Rape is a not a male right of passage.
A woman’s body created your life that you wrecklessly waste.
A woman’s body is love devine.
A work of God in every inch.
A heavenly body
That scarifices so much to give us all the gift of life
And the opportunity of another day.

There’s Nothing Humorous About Rape

“The woman who follows the crowd will usually go no further than the crowd. The woman who walks alone is likely to find herself in places no one has ever been before.” – Albert Einstein