That Which is Made From a Rib

Im me. A Goddess

Black hair dipped in phoenix love; vibrant reds and oranges. A poetic mental

meant for the era of renaissance; smooth jazz, blues,

enticing word flow, black history. Im me

born after the wrong side of an apple and the deceitful tongue of serpant, born again

through the blood of Christ; growing for the better, scultped

in his image. Pursuing a path not usually taken for fear of failure

but failing and getting back up is half the battle

Fruits of labor be what is reaped

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Im me. A Goddes...s

An untamed spirit; Sun light’s fiery voice. A bleeding heart

Crusading against a dark age; soul; folk lure

Harmony field hymns, tribal history. Im me

born after the Queen’s Reign, a dying heart, born again

through a golden age; royal blood lines, molded of Earth.

Im me on a committed quest to perfect Creations wonders Mother

Wisdom stands in reserve, reflections of greatness

Oh Cleopatra! your battle was won

Fruits of labor be what is reaped

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Wow, that was powerful. That one packs a punch. Love your style.

your work is very inspired and draws the reader in and holds them for a lingering while thereafter.

especially loved this: "through the blood of Christ; growing for the better, scultped

in his image. Pursuing a path not usually taken for fear of failure

but failing and getting back up is half the battle

Fruits of labor be what is reaped"

Thank you for the encouragement. I realized within the last two years of my life how much the Word of God should be within my writing. I used to quarrel back and forth with myself on what to write or how to say something. I began asking God to remove the things that keep me from HIm and replace it with the things that bring me near Him and in that my secular understand of the world and my spiritual understanding of the world began to mingle and the rest as been an uplifting journey that I'm very grateful for