
I am a woman strong and passionate
I wonder why so many people are afraid of change
I hear the sound of tears of joy hitting the pavement just as the rain falls from heaven above
I see the reflection of the sunrise upon the oceans waves as its beauty radiates the sky the same way a painter uses precision and color to change a blank canvas into a work of art
I want a cappuccino from Starbucks, the one thing missing in Orangeburg where I live
I am a woman strong and passionate
I pretend to play house with my daughter as she becomes the mother and I digress into a child like manner and exercise my imagination and watch as hers is as its prime
I feel excited about the direction of my life although the entire plan has not been revealed but I continue to walk by faith and try not to depend so much in what I see
I touch the ruff surface of my grandmothers hands knowing that is the symbol of strength and love for without her unselfish acts I know that I would not be where I am today
I worry about whether or not my pen will capture the true manifestations of my heart and mind when at times words cannot explain my feelings
I cry when I see the faces of people living in poverty when we the US of A has millions of people so consumed in what I can get for mine without even thinking about so much as another
I am a woman, strong and passionate
I understand that God is the creator and owns the cattle on a thousand hills and I am his daughter so that makes me a beneficiary
I say true success is when opportunity meets preparation; I am sure that we’ve all heard the saying that is you fail to plan then plan to fail
I dream sometimes about growing old with my husband sitting on a porch drinking ice tea as we listen to the sounds of our great grand children laughing like the sounds of a majestic choir
I try to share my poetry with as many who will listen because telling it is the completion to writing it
I hope that my passion and strength was reflected in the word that I’ve written because
I am a woman, strong and passionate

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