Beautiful Girl

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