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 before your god
But a pureness of soul, an authenticity of soul,
That includes both the glorious fruit and rotten decay
You see, my flaws make me a Powerful woman
For how could I ever learn to stand again
If I never fall?
