Embrace me, fold me to thy broad, soft breast.
Life has grown strange and cold, but thou dost bend
Mild eyes of blessing wooing to my rest.

coldness towards life,
we are too much women to
own to such unwomanliness.

Still bloom in the garden
Green grass-plot, fresh lawn,
Though pasture lands harden
And drought fissures yawn.
While leaves not a few fall,
Let rose-leaves for you fall
Leaves pearl-strung with dew-fall,
And gold shot with dawn.

We toil,—through pain and wrong;
We fight,—and fly;
We love; we lose; and then, ere long,
Stone-dead we lie.
O life! is all thy song

Times they say will grow the child,
But all I ever do is grow more wild.

Time they say will cast a spell,
But to me it’s just a sounding bell.
Time they say is a crashing wave,
But then why do I feel so

In this life we’re all fighters , you’re a warrior and you’re not alone
You may be weak but with God you’ll always pull through… HE will shine your way through the valley
You’ll always be his pally
Teachers and preachers won’t determine your merit…You’re a child of God be proud of your title
God is with you, you will win the battle

The wheezy whisper of the cold winter breeze
Sneezing through the ears of trees and flowers
Hence will caress my sorrowful sighs with the quietest romantic sonnet from the midnight air
The intermittent brisk of the fireflies fill the sphere with a silver glitterings

I have a black look I do not
like. It is a mask I try on.
I migrate toward it and its frog
sits on my lips and defecates.
It is old. It is also a pauper.
I have tried to keep it on a diet.
I give it no unction.

Alone:

Lying, thinking
Last night
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty
And bread loaf is not stone
I came up with one thing
And I don’t believe I’m wrong
That nobody,

Do not feel dull any more:

Do not feel dull any ore
No not, feel so gloom anymore
Super springtime is here
To bring along a new cheer
The sun will shine so bright
To make you feel all the light
Spring time will be so great
It will be the time of your life
Spring is a great time

I have gone out, a possessed witch,
haunting the black air, braver at night;
dreaming evil, I have done my hitch
over the plain houses, light by light:
lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind.
A woman like that is not a woman, quite.
I have been her kind.

I have found the warm caves in the woods,
filled them with skillets, carvings, shelves,
closets, silks, innumerable goods;
fixed the suppers for the worms and the elves:
whining, rearranging the disaligned.
A woman like that is misunderstood.
I have been her kind

Life is easy for no man It shall give you many reasons to break down and stop trying But you always

The journey of life is full of highs and lows It might some days even give you reasons to break down or stop trying But you always have enough

Some dreams are big, Others are small, Some don’t take any time at all, For each of us, it’s different, First, we have to start, And then we have to work hard To ma

Freedom is something we but only dream
Freedom is more of a value to us then it seems
Freedom is something we implore
Why do we have to beg for more?
Just let us be free
Not chained, handcuffed or arrested because of our skin
Do you see what’s within?
Tell me, where does it end?
Rights listed in the constitution are nothing but a reference, can you give me a reason why
It is but only glanced at, not abided by
Put away the guns, the sticks, the hate
Because for many of us, it’s already too late
Just let my brothers and sisters be free