Women Month: Soulality Like to Honor Naomi Johnson Poem "The Strength Within A Woman's Power" and "I AM A Woman"!
Women Month: Soulality Like to Honor Naomi Johnson Poem "The Strength Within A Woman's Power" and "I AM A Woman"!
In the heart of a woman, a strength resides,
By her gentle ways, the universe confides.
With kindness as her cloak, she paves her days,
Throughout every step, her grace forever stays.
Her smile, a beacon of confidence, bright,
Guiding through challenges, casting out the night.
With determination etched upon her face,
She conquers mountains, finding endless grace.
Enduring pain, she brings life to this earth,
Regardless of the man's neglect or dearth.
Single-handedly she raises her own,
Nurturing them until they've fully grown.
Her love, a fortress, tender and pure,
Protecting like a lioness, strong and sure.
With humility, she heals the wounded heart,
A soothing balm, a comforting art.
In the face of insults, she holds her tongue,
With dignity, her silent protest sung.
Through her eyes, respect and strength entwine,
A silent power, profoundly divine.
By her man's side, she remains steadfast,
Weathering storms until they've safely passed.
Her words, like honey, sweeten his soul,
Empowering him to reach his highest goal.
Her touch, a symphony, gentle and true,
Bringing solace and peace, a love anew.
With loyalty unwavering, she stands,
In a world where faith often demands.
Her mind, a treasure trove of intellect,
With words that dance and thoughts connect.
Versatile in her ways, without deceit,
She navigates life's labyrinth, ever discreet.
Despite the scars of love, she learns to trust,
In the face of betrayal, she still finds just.
For her strength lies not in tradition's hold,
But in a love that's boundless, pure as gold.
So here's to the women, resilient and bold,
Whose strength and love, a story untold.
In every breath, their essence thrives,
For the strength of a woman truly survives.
I am a woman, In every way, Extraordinary, I must convey.
Walking into a room with effortless ease, Men are struck, compelled to freeze. Some stand tall, others fall to their knees, Drawn like bees to honey, by degrees.
I say, It’s the fire in my gaze, And the gleam of my smile that plays. The sway of my form, a charming craze, And the joy in my heart that stays.
Men question, seeking to decipher my mystery, But my essence eludes them, a hidden history. Try as they might, it’s no victory, To understand the depth of my iniquity.
I am a Woman It’s the arch of my back, so divine, And the sunlit warmth of my shine. The gentle rise of my chest's incline, And the elegance of my style, refined.
Now you comprehend, why I hold my head high, Because unconditional love is untouchable it rise to the sky. As I pass by, let it be a prideful sigh, For I am a woman, beyond the ordinary tie.
I say, I am a Woman It is what God created me to be, so clear, The cascade of my hair, drawing near. The touch of my hand, devoid of fear, And the care in my heart, forever dear.
'Cause I'm a woman, in all my grace, From my natural childbearing hips to my radiant face. With a womb that gives life, not surgical trace, I say, I am an exceptional woman, each step, and each pace.
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