Speak, she speaks not.

SPEAK, SHE SPEAKS NOT

Speak, she speaks not.

Mind rattling, silenced as night

Sharp her eyes, taking in the world into which she came

Always buzzing, in disarray, muddied the streets are

Yet boisterous are its people

Marveling are the sights set before her.

Family in disunion, where is the love that once was?

If only understanding came home, greed died and distrust long lost.

Unconditional love, she just wanted amongst them

Earnestly wanting the acceptance of her people

Wrapped in a world forged on her own.

Head bowed, tears dripping down her cheeks

Most nights she cried herself to sleep, knelt in reverence

Left alone, none to comprehend

Sickly her emotions are 

Murmurs to herself,'Lord help me! Help me accept who I am.'

Dreams of the world she could help create

Vivid are they!

Heavy, burdensome...

A better me, a better world to create

Left to despair, distraught.

Then light shines forth,

Sees who she truly is and can become, 

Head raised high

Stride firm and grand

A woman of purpose she is.

Glow within none can fathom

A wonder to behold

Smile that melts hearts

Heart of rare choice ornaments

Humbled by her course

Her people take on her ways

A nation of wealth is built

Generations still would sing...

     'A woman truly loved by God and who truly loves God.

      She brought forth and so have we and always...

      The will to be who we truly are.

      For we know now, Who we are!'