Aren`t You Women?

Aren`t you women

Weren`t you loved and

Cared for by those you called family

How dare they be grieved?

How dare they ask you

To leave?

To not be a part of

This society, your family

You have every right

Like most of us do

How dare they treat you

The way they do

You are a mother, a sister

The mistress of a mister

You are the root of a tree

You were given lives

So you may give life

So who dare interfere with

God`s flow of life

You are strong

Your strength is

uncontestable

You are smart

But they say you are not sociable

Aren`t you humans?

And if they treat you

Like animals

Aren`t we all God`s creatures

You look sad

But tears is a language

God understands

So clear your eyes

Of the tears

Throw them on the ground

Throw them at the dehumanizers

Throw them here, there

And everywhere

Some day you will find peace, so be strong

Because it won`t be long

They will want to smile

With you

They will want to hug you, touch you

And know who you are

But pity their feeble minds

If they don`t remember

That you were that little girl, that woman

One who was never cared for, loved

Or accepted to be a part of

A family

In their neglectful society

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I Was A Tree

I was a tree without leaves

I bear no fruit

Struggling from a youth

Searching for the truth

The ground was hallow

I had no roots

Neither was there any route

That could lead me

To the truth

I suffered and toiled

For some fresh clean soil

I felt separated from

My environment

Like water and oil

Nobody knew me

They pass me everyday

Standing in the wind

Side to side I sway

I watched them tasted of other`s fruit

In which they found delight

But I knew deep down that

 I would blossom

When the time is right

Within me was a heart

That never dies

With hope and a firm belief

I persevered through

life`s fight

It was a day when

No one was here

Someone transplanted me

In a different atmosphere

I felt as though I was growing all over

The burden of life was lifted from my shoulder

It was my season

And it shows

As old leaves fade away

Fresh, bright, green ones started to grow

To their amazement

They looked up at me

With awe

The sight of my fruitfulness strained their eyes

And a longing for my taste

Erupted in their stomach

Surprise and mystery filled their minds

And they wondered from whence

Came a tree of my kind

But it was I who was always standing here

I was the one you showed no care

But now all my despair

Have been repaired