You see, I’m a Holy Woman
and some days I’m an Angry Woman
and some days I’m a Crazy Woman
and yet my light beams through the very
pores
that breathe life in and out of me,
because purity does not necessarily mean
a white gown and false promises made
before
your God,
but a pureness of soul, an authenticity of
soul
that includes both the glorious fruit and
the rotten decay
You see, my flaws make me a
Powerful Woman
For how could I stand up again
if I never fall?
