12 o'clk
Earth is what builds
me
From the roots of my
legs that carry me
Across this land
to places, in which I
have yet to understand.
Finger tips like
leaves that dift in the wind
exploring things only
a sense of touch can
comprehend.
Understanding what I
am is not the job of men or a nation
nor to be broken down
in a presidental debation.
I am that of my own
choices;
Wrong or Right
Love or Hate
Pain or Joy
The bottom of my feet
are soles giving path and
way for my soul to be
given to God and only he.
They take me on a
jounery clear off any path,
Unknown to you or me
This odyssey spoken to
life for just I
Path walken is as
unqiue as the prints on my hand
created inside a womb;
my first sanctuary.
Built with stone with
the likeliness of granite,
smooth to the touch
only when polished just right
Therefore know if
rubbed wrong I will bite.
You see I am built in
the way I feel need
be so don't feel shame
when I step in
your domain and your
not feeling me.
No need to explain I
am aware of the
game so you do you boo
boo and I'll do me.
Mofo's always got a
different tune when a
girl like me change to
1up her game.
I am the sting of a
thorn here to remind you
I'll do me and drop yo
ass faster then a dime.
Hips that bare life
and weight yet will only
be used horizontal
when vowels are said
and its time to lay my
husband to bed.
Sweet and tender as a
mother is to her child
but will chestize when
those I love forget
they can do all things
through Christ.
Do not call me a
color, Do not call me
what is not my name;
Cora Jay is me and this is my Womanifesto.
Goodnight
"Most girls want to be "that" girl but what most girls don't know she is the lion within them." ~ Cora Jay
