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Lord Aint I A Woman

I thought once how my ancestors
sing the sweet songs, of love
the souls that march upon the clouds;
and the sound of the ancient drums;
Humble the elders that carry the cross
to carry the crown to place upon
the warriors heads.
The soldiers begins to beat the drums
And the spirits rise upon the clouds,
as I sing the Nubian anthem
the ancestors who brought me cross.

I saw the doves upon my head, within
the vision the saints stood tall through my tears,
the sweet, Calvary of the past, the warriors
who wear the strolls of heaven
The old souls breaking the chains,
those of my own life as the beating of the links,
that continues to flow through my blood.

A shadow across me Oh thy spirit
that follows the sun;
Weeping Oh God glory to thee
behind me, remembering the whispers
that God whispered in my ear;
remembering the words whispered; I the father you
son I shall give great honor sweet Psalms;
And a voice said in mastery,
you and I son are one.
Through the rain and the storm;
Death,” I said;
But there
the freedom bell begin to ring;
but life shall be ever lasting;

But I give to thee God's universe
I sing the songs of the mountain,
I cry out loud of the rivers;
I fall upon my knees; and sing
Oh glory God to thee;
have I heard these words thou have sing,
the doves that walk my path.

They speak and I listen!
What a joy I have known Jesus
Look upon me my child, silence shall
give you wisdom of the world.
Life is death and death is life.
So darkly upon my frame, I shall praise thee
I shall Neal.

My wings the purity of heaven,
the waters of purification,
the mountain of mastery the
scripts of life has been fulfill;
the source of wisdom, written in the blood;
The death shall only bring the
sweet taste of life,
placed there, would have confirm
that God is love;
the toll of the freedom bell ring. God has
come to bring his warriors home;
from God than from all others,
Oh my spiritual ancestors that guides me
through the tunnel of righteousness;
Men could not part us with their worldly demise,
the seas and the mountains sings; change us
Our hands would touch for
all the mountains of the Calvary Of love;

And heaven stood before the universe,
And spoke with a deep voice
I reclaim my creations; the
devil shall now go to hell;
the blood of thy angel who follows me
within the spirit of calm.
Their sweet sound of faith,
the soul call desire, the
psalms call wisdom. The mastery
called unity;
Mother of mastery have concluded
her journey, the womb begins
to rest. The embroidery of life,
the lace of success, the breast milk of
Creations implemented through the heart;
Which brings light to man.

Ain’t I A Woman

I have felt the pain of my ancestors.
I have been the queen of my sanctuary.

Ain’t I a Woman?

I have educated my self and live by
the words of my God, I the black berry
vein sweet as the honey that
drips from my roots.

Ain’t I a Woman?

I have been the warrior of my turf
the backbone of my man.

Ain’t I A Woman?

Oh thy glory to thy God
I hold the chains above my head
The bolts upon my feet
The scars upon my mind
Mother”””” Father””””
Glory to God I cry
Freedom’ Freedom” Freedom”

I birth you within my womb
I felt the pain between my knees
I felt your first pain.

Ain’t I a Woman?

You took the first breast of milk
the labor of nine months
the suffering the swollen feet
near death I chose you over me
the scars of thy ancestors.
The sins of the son’s
of nations that sit upon the alter;
I fought the revolution
they also hanged me from the tree
I sit in homage that my son
shall be free.

Captivity continues to breed captivity
Oh thy spirit of souls
guide me thought the light
I cannot breathe
the souls of souls
choke me as I breathe
Lord thy God send the
spirits of thy ancestors
that I reclaim my family tree.
Oh thy God I am blind I cannot see
before the forest have risen up
and blind me the torch no longer
burns oh thy Glory to God
I give to thee.

I was the masters play toy
As well as his children mama
I felt the pain of all
the flesh that came through my womb;

Ain’t I worthy of your last name?
Ain’t I a Woman?

I the sanctuary of nations
Breeder of creation
the link between the heavens and earth.

Ain’t I a Woman?

The treasures of God

Ain’t I a Woman?

All Things In The World Are Two

If I cut off my right hand I shall have one.
The foundation of balance becomes weak.
If I pluck out my right eye;
I shall only glaze the side of the left
Things become fuzzy and distrait.
If I live in the tomb of the dead;
the soul has lost its temple;
The body and the soul cannot live without two;
The mind cannot live without air;
The voice cannot speak without tongue;
Love cannot live without heart;
Sadness and Love beyond the norm;

If I separate my self from man
I shall not bear great fruit.
If I live without father,
My child will become lost
without the other spouse.
If I live the land without conscious
I live without thought.
If I live without unity
My foundation will surely fall apart.
A house divided shall not stand.
Man the heaven and the hell.
Things come in twos.
Destructions come with the division of man.

I am all colors of women the color
of my skin speaks not for my
heart; the women the womb the closes to God.
The pen speaks as the blood of
the palms cry; the fountain of blood.
These are the last days what have not been done,
shall not be completed.
Women summons by God nations of nations,
the hand writing is written
on the wall. Let every tongue confess and
every knee shall kneal; God is God
alone their is know back door barginning with God.

Jacqueline Amos

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The following comments are for "LORD AIN'T I A WOMAN"
by jackieamos

Sojourner's Truth
poignant, both powerful and impassioned. replete with image and steeped in history, singing with many different voices... a potent testament to self, as an individual, and as part of a tapestry. I will return to this. thank you for sharing.

( Posted by: AuldMiseryGuts [Member] On: September 15, 2007 )

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