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Woman Suicide All Feel The Pain, Whats My Name?

I have claim the highest mountain, born in abomination the suicide congenial of death, that lingers within my skin, for I have been the many sources of the world, I have worked upon the darkness that the world sits before me, I have been the eyes that man could see, the heart that he can love, the dreams of my own centered destiny, what must I do to get him to feel the growth of my mission? to fulfill the holy passage, I am the limb of my king, In this degradation of pain, I have subsided within holes less than my subtitle of events, just to keep him alive, my children born within the abomination of injustice, my man no longer respects my blessings of his limb, I come in the shades of suicide intentions, I walk through the night, lingering upon the streets of darkness carrying the tainted bottles and my clothing smells of disquiets, yet I work the streets for survival, man looks as I donít exist, unfortunate caught up in poverty discuss, but beneath the sentence of poverty I breath, bleed, feel the pain of the unjust. I take responsibility for my disobedience to God, when I laid with a man, who had no respect for my temple and created child, where there was no bond, but I shall be accountable for satin has blinded me, anything thing that dose not pertain to God will always fail, I will not carry hate for all black men, as well I black women have not been loyal to the teaching of God, I judge not all my brothers for another mans dysfunctions, we all wear the blame, but yet I shall not be blamed for another womenís grief of pain. If you kill the nest the Queen will dye, if you kill the seed, we shall all be erased in the name of genocide.

I wear the face of all black women, I also wear the rainbow statue of women all over the world, pain is pain, I feel the scars of their like of judgment, I sing the song of unity, if I kill my brother than I kill my self, born in abomination our children sing the death to the curse that was not amended by God, oh but yet we blame one another, but wisdom is power, we must come together all women, and erase the curse that our children cry, the womb is the sacred place in Godís house, if it is not kept clean we shall feel the scars, its easy to blame one another, but the most high God say what I put together let no man tear apart, so we ask our selves living by the laws of the devil, who created who and what, and the abomination of family is no longer respected and up held. Black women cry rape, black men cry befouls, but if we think about it, it is easy to love than hate. So we continue to down play one another, as family and lovers, I black women stand before the proclamation of God, what goes around shall come back, the sins have fell upon the children seven foes. When ever you go against the grains of God, there shall be no peace. Living the laws of the man made God.

I black women live upon the streets of survival, I the educated , the prosperous, the gifted, but the lonely who sits with the emancipation of hope, but yet there is a clause upon my emancipations, material items are not love, I stand at attention to empress my computation, but my heart bleeds as the curtain comes down, I birth a tribe of The fire dims, and the temple thrust,
I embrace the mountains that flow with the milk of the earth, the softness that cushions the centers of the arisen, talking drums play as the beat
plays in rotations. Singing every beat of the way. The road of life has many detours, I shall now rise to the heavens, take my hands, as I walk you through heavens gate, donít look back. Powerful as the night it may erupt, Sweet as the touch of the wind. Sweet and salty sweat, the rivers flow the lifeline has its own song.

Sensual repeats as night sings, pew of love, that roars as a storm,
scriptures of songs, light that flash upon the dark, power of love,
the gates of solutions, trumpets that play, the melody
great song. Meteors the entire night, we stand divided upon the night, a jewel by any other night, sacrifice my limb for peace , a black rose that scrabbles in the sun, no water can bring it to life, no sun can fulfill the heart, the soul has left upon the night.

This weapon, yet even chains, the brave emancipate the pain
Heíd, in triumphant and the brave man stands, waiting
the mysticís powers of the soul, that man is blind to thy role, oh the treaty of my ancestral strolls, my life is to die as my brother, and rise upon the cross. The redemption black wings of chambers, in the conference hall of the de lord
Oh upon this land, has no understanding of the chambers of the lord, I shall feel no pain, as I walk through the fire of my brothers space.

To bare the scars of envy, spite, and scorns,
That sits upon my door, the burning bullet I plant the crown upon this distraction of my apathy for I have given all I can give, in this subject furnace of life, I cry out to the lord, protect me from my self, I cry out to the lord forgive me of my sin, I cry out to the lord save my children from the slavery that lives within, I cry out to the lord, break the chains that have cursed my horology of great inheritance, I stand in the mist of death, I shall be reborn, and rest the horror of my self genocide in this confusion of black pride.

Only de lord knows the hierologic atonement I explore,
For who should ever understand my horology, who shall ever walk my path, understanding the burning of psalms, that lies within my skin, In this black wings chamber, lord whispered in my ear, lord say sacrifice my daughter know one shall no the end, my babies raped, my sons castrated, my home of pray befoul, my loyalty no longer appreciated in the name of love, for I have been the eyes that man can see, the feet that he shall lead, t he shoulder when the world brings him peace, I am fired , I am tired, for I am the black pride of the omega and alpha for I am the life line between heaven and earth, my womb have become the abomination of the devils jewels, to destroy the sanctuary of Gods grace, I cannot delete the genetics of my genes, I cannot erase the pureness of my ebony skin, I cannot erase the scars of many of my sisters that looks like me, my soul will not stay in the house, that contour my ancestral legends which was sacrifice for thee, for I shall be reborn again, death upon the taunted womb, who birth the genetic clowns of genocide of my tribe black aesthetics historical fruits of my fathers house.

Jacqueline Amos

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