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SharonMoemise Aug 2016
Prisoner
                                               Sharon Maria Moemise
I long for the freedom of the landscape
Where I can allow myself to escape
When the walls are closing in on me
And Hell seems the right place to be.

I reach out to touch the untouchable
I dream of reaching the impossible
I count the sand grains through the hour-glass
Knowing my fate will soon come to pass.

Helpless, hands tied behind my back
No amount of fighting will allow the chains to slack
I beg for reprieve, for a just one chance of freedom
For on last attempt to  seek God's wisdom

I open the gates of the past to catch up
Allowing old pain, hurt and regrets to fill my cup
Holding on to memories of days gone by
While I beseech my soul in vain, to not cry

My mind is strong though my willpower weak
I lived a sunny dream with a future so bleak
I'm trapped in a cell with bars of a strange kind
I'm locked up for life, a prisoner of my own mind.
SharonMoemise Aug 2016
I'm that Woman.      
                                       Sharon Maria Moemise

The reason I'm feared by those who know me not
or that I'm respected by those who get what I got
'Cos I'm the embodiment of strength, love and beauty
I'm here for a purpose, and not just out of duty.

As Woman  I claim my place on this wondrous earth
Through pain and suffering, to man I gave birth
Never will I be shunned by all who ****** my strength
I'm a woman, I own the planet by its breadth and its length.

The universe ruled by Woman is called "Mother" Earth
Upon her was bestowed the best of nature's girth
She runs into no corner to hide from anyone's wrath
She stands up to all who put claim to blocking her path

I'm a woman with strength to allow the weak to lean on
I am Her who spread love to known and the unknown
I'm the one whose God given inner beauty spreads like a fan
Whose femininity helped create the miracle called man

I'm that woman who gives pleasure and receives pain
I'm a mother, sister, daughter, upon that that I lay claim
I'm the driver, the mechanic the peace and the love maker
I'm the housewife, the lover. I'm the mover and the shaker.

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