I want to be the feminine one
I am the feminine one
I was created as the feminine one
Why must HE take that away from me ?          
Let me be the Female

Heroes needed, people pleaded.
Someone to right the wrong of his fellow man.
Someone else took matters into their own hand.
A Hero is need ,people proceeded.
Someone to conquer the wicked activity
This hero could be you this hero could be me.
Heroes are in need, as the people have decreed!

The soil is removed, and replaced
With concrete.
The trees are removed, and sold
In decent
The air is polluted, and the
ozone is thin
Under construction, men at work
When will it end?
The waters are undrinkable,
and the flowers now thirst
The Earth cries out as
the constructions gets worst
Earth is under unending
construction by man,
It is Jah who will repair
And give us a Paradise
Land

An Ole soul cries in his hole
He groans, he aches, His skin rough and dry.
He can no longer walk and he has no food.
He turns to the angels and ask why?
Just water they bring to quince his constant thirst.
His soul is old and it will soon disperse.
A melody he sang to praise them for the help.
He wasn't looking for money, for pity nor for wealth.
Only a drink to quince his daily thirst.
Upon the next visit the people began to say.... "That Ole Soul didn't live another day". For he had died.
Upon the Angel's departure from the small hole, in search of the Ole Soul, this Angel now cried.

The angry man pierces , pinches and pokes me every night.
Using thornes in his left hand and nails in his right .
That bitter man tortures me as i lie in my marital bed ,to put on my nightgown it is something that I dread .
This cruel man hurts me as I cry myself to sleep. it is in a bed of nails that I lie down and weep.

Those that abandon their families
Those that look for something else
Those that leave their homes.
Those that refuse to get some help。
Ones that betray their mates
Ones that feel that it is nothing left
Ones that ruins others lives
Ones that love, they have never felt
Cowards Those Cowards.

Those who are loved, what a spectacle!
I continue to mourn over my lost, over the lost of my love.
It was not observable, nor durable , nor sustainable....
Those who were loved, what an achievement.
I continue to deny my lost , deny the lost of my love.
Those who are and were in need of love, May you mourn...may you deny....
Love is a spectacle!

When I turn on me
When I am  rejected by self
When my beauty is lost
When I am in poor health
When my hair is thin
When my smile is empty
When it becomes a grin
When my hands wrinkle
When my feet wobble
When in my eyes there is no twinkle
When I age , I turn on ME

Today I grieve , I have gained but I have lost
This hour I  hurt , but I shall heal
This minute I mourn , but I must master
This second I sob , but I shall be surprised!
Today , This day ,  Some Day