Sometimes, having an “S” on my chest is absolutely exhilarating.
I can soar above buildings of negativity and slip between slimy cracks of simplemindedness.
I can side with truth on a sunny day while catching raindrops between my fingers… I am one bad mother-
“SHUT YO’ MOUTH!”
Who me? Be silent?
Not a chance.
I samba on Friday, make salsa on Saturday, and sit with the Supreme on Sunday.
I do marvelous things.
Serendipity doesn’t bother me.
I sop tears with my shirt.
I solidify liquidity, scoff at stupidity, select fabric meticulously, smile at evil beings, and sing seismic waves into eternity.
I am one bad mother of creativity.
My wounds start leaking…
My throat needs to be cleared.
My vision is blurry.
My vest gets weakened and I’m weary from flying so high that oxygen can’t get me.
The wind is beating against my chest and my face winces at the pressure of the altitude AND the valley.
Warlords and warlocks laugh at me and I use my weapons skillfully although my “W” is peeking.
I’m femininely human with splashes of wisdom lighting my pathway like lightning flashes on a hot summer night.
I bat my lashes and wisps of freedom ripple from my eyes, whip across my shoulders, wrap around my loins, and graze my ankles.
As I wade through debris of destruction, it does not infect me. I am Super Woman.
I am She.
I am over the woes of man; I am your slice of heaven and always in demand.
I am needed when I’m not wanted.
Valued more than flaunted.
Satisfied and exemplified.
My simmer is uncompromised.
I am She.
She is Me
are Super. Woman.
For a more inspiration, take a listen to one of my anthems Superwoman – courtesy of Queen Alicia Keys.