Stand Tall Soul Sister

Stand tall soul sister, you must continue to continue

The pheromones dripping between your bosom reminds men of a beautiful struggle

Your back bares the weight of a selfless sacrifice

Your belly tells the story of continuous life

Your soul is an immortal device, the fuel of the people

Stand tall Soul Sister

Your hair is the thread that sews the patchwork quilt that we slaves use to protect us from the harsh conditions on our migration back to Mecca

Your livelihood is two-thirds of the aboriginal trifecta

Together we are eternal

Matter of men do not concern you

For you are a goddess way above warfare, yet to protect you most men lift the gun and fall at the feet of Iblis

Staring death in his face while wishing for one last kiss.

Stand tall Soul Sister

If you cease…we cease

Your heart is like a bongo’s beat…sending revolutionary spirit to those who have been lulled asleep

Awaken the oppressed soul with undying love

A gesture from you as simple as a hug feels like bathing in holy water

Baptize me in your tears

Stand tall Soul Sister

and look toward the east for the truth

Cover your head with the kente cloth to reveal your beauty and decency

Your intellect and physical manifest equally

I can hear the key of solomon open the gates of paradise when you speak to me

Stand Tall Soul Sister

Endure the coldest winter with your Black Man as the fire to get warm

Enabling you to get up once again and endure that blizzard storm

of repressive patriarchies, capitalist demagoguery, hustlers and thugs that want to sell you drugs, media that wants to exploit or shame your body

You’ve Been restricted, unable to express your inner makings

and contribute ideas and views that we could use to progress history’s shaping

You say, “NO MORE!” and I say STAND TALL SOUL SISTER!

You sway your hips with the rhythm of a jazz band … Impromptu yet as expected

Youth inspired joy and mature pain coincide in your recollection

Your a flower amongst weeds, a god fertilized seed watered by Abraham’s creed

and they say plants respond to speech

God simply said “Be” and your consciously obliged He.

You became! Oh, YOU BECAME!

The subject of my dreams, the mother of all livelihood, a poor righteous teacher, a galvanizing speaker, a spiritual practitioner not a preacher, a communal leader, a multiple job holding, Mind molding - angel with the burden of a broken people on your shoulders-so

Stand Tall SOUL SISTER

Don’t let a nigga hold you to standards he doesn’t live up to

when you vent pinned up frustration from degradation let no one interrupt you

let the pain flow. let the pain run like pagans from the ONE TRUE GOD

every man that ever hit you or unfairly dismissed you has left you scarred

You deserve to even them odds

You are entitled to retribution from the anti-womanist institutions covertly creating prisons for your existence

Your eccentricies and educational degrees symbolize your resistance

So stand tall throughout and despite it all my resilient Soul Sister