I am Miss, not Trick, not Boy, not Shouting, not, and Baby, I am Lady. My head is held high even when I am broken hearted. I break next to the man respect and I will accept nothing bless you. I'm looking at Mother Nature in the flesh. My tears rain down red, rivers my curse, after birth to nurses to see floor, I witness more painting in the other eye, boy I am the originator. I am the true creator, I carry life, I carry hope in when all else fails. I am door held so that Heavens can open from somebody else's soul. I am bold. I am fresh, I am new. I am jazabel. Hell, she too. It is I who I created you between to my sin in order to cure man of the blues. I am blues. Brushin' through hot steel metal in order to soothe, trouble in times I am wine. The wine that your Jesus turned from water, I am liquid heat, I am the devil's door to when it's gone my horns thrice poured in with the rise of a brow in the curl of a lift. I have been known to crumble nations. I am girl, clean behind in the carnage, left behind by man's strong hands. I am preachers white. Teaser and stop the violence as a mean stop fighting daily, not just at Sunday school. I am nurse, tipsin' all my peoples wounds, hilling with ailing them. I am seamstress, I sow a hem, I'm a saying. I am manning. It was my press that fair, master's children made him scrawling at the hangar all we've been poising. I take it in the slith of our tongues as the youth run around for the abing of unimaginable proportions with this proportion rights not properly earned and miseducated truths not properly learned, full of self-esteem but lacking self. How can a false prophet make true progress? Why have we endured so much as still we regress? It's okay, because I'm a fighter, badly being but still in the ring. I am a warrior, one of one mission in life and that is conquering. I be voodoo princess conjuring both vengeance and vegetables. I am organic. This have melanin grows from deep within it, cannot be bought no sold. I am liquid gold. I am between any silence, you can hear your heartbeat and that be me, that be she, that be we, you are sitting right now listening because somewhere someone may care enough. She's fair enough and she's shared enough. Our backs are strong and our hips are wide. We even attack a thousand times but as a nation we survive because I am woman. I shall. You got Florida in the building, she all woman though right? I am woman.