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Ihuzimora:
African Woman.
I, The African Woman, a woman whose actions not only shows love, but one whose heart radiate care, a creature who everyone think is weak, but has strength greater than a lion's, a creature so beautiful.


My Skin which is as black as starless night, has rays of light of unique charms illuminating from it, Although you think the black of my skin is too dark, I feel sorry because you don't see the bright lights that it emits, and once again you think I'm proud as a queen, And you wonder why so much grace I command.


I peered into your soul with my brown eyes, I can see you think I'm a creature from above, the way I carry myself you could liken me to an otter, like a bear, everything I touch is a testimony of great tenacity, But I'm glad I motivated you and the little time you spend, trying to study me, I assure you wasn't a waste at all.


I fall, fail and cry, but I never fail to rise up and try again, because I'm the African Woman, And from my breast, the milk of beauty falls, That is the strength of an African Woman.

this is jxt so good

SheWrites:
Present

I was beginning to think nobody would ask this question. Everyone knows the "I have a dream has always been about Martin Luther King". it looks like another person's work, for me, I would've preferred something else ...u know something that hasn't been written about before, or at least not in the same style

Ihuzimora:
My Letter of Guilt

I woke up this morning, asking myself if I still felt guilty, guilty for ignoring what I should've done, and I discovered that even the guilt of what I had done, still gnawed deep at my soul

Looking back its already late to take back all I had done, the turbulent growl of my conscience numbed me continually, and the fear vibrated my whole being like the whirr and him of a violin, yes I still felt the guilt.

The mistakes of youth and its excitement, has turned me to a bagful of regrets, and the consequences with it, nearly tagged my life a wasted one and yes I still feel guilty.

Guilty for allowing my ears bath in false doctrines, for allowing wrong ways seduce me like a LovePeddler, and letting my legs swim in the oceans of evildoings, and for letting my visions get blurred by wicked practices.

I had taken to beers like sweet wine, and I had let the smoke from the pipe destroy my lungs, tell me why I shouldn't feel guilty, Even as I remembered the consequences that awaited me now, I know I'm being encumbered with a burden of regrets. yes I am.

this is Wow...it actually got me thinking.
nice work there

this is jxt MLK's stuff... in my opinion tho...it should have been more original.