Guerrière de l'âme (Soul Warrior) II

Deux mains
Endurcies par le travail
Deux bras
Forts, musclés
Deux jambes
Traversées par des veines
En forme de toiles d’araignée
Bien voyagées
Deux yeux
Qui ont tant vu
Qui ont tant pleuré
Dans lesquelles brille le feu
D’une vivacité inexplicable
Deux seins
Qui ont nourri un tas d’enfants
Qui ont fourni de l’abri
A un tas d’esprits troublés,
D’âmes tourmentées
Et qui ont poussé tant de soupirs :
Des soupirs de douleur,
De pitié et de soulagement
La Soul Warrior

Femme forte
Survivante de boulversements, de
déceptions
Femme de grâce, femme d’espoir
Femme de passion, femme de
gloire

Femme :
Mère, sœur, amante,
Amie et partenaire
Mais, surtout,
Femme de foi
Femme de Dieu :
La Soul Warrior

Soul Warrior II

Two hands
Toughened by hard work,
Two arms
Made strong by lifting others
Two legs
Criss-crossed with veins like
spider webs-
Well traveled
Two eyes
That have seen so much,
That have cried so much
In which burns the fire
Of an inexplicable vivacity
Two breasts
Which have suckled many a
waif
That have been the refuge
Of many a troubled soul
That have heaved many a
troubled sigh-
Sighs of pain, of grief
Of pity, of relief-
The Soul Warrior.

A woman of exceptional
strength
Survivor of turmoil,
of disappointment,
A woman graceful, hopeful,
Passionate, triumphant

Woman:
Mother, sister, lover friend
But above all,
A woman of faith,
Woman of God-
The Soul Warrior.

Fear of Bliss

I feel like shit
Shit is how I feel
Need to get it out
And tell the universe about my crap
Otherwise I fear
I will explode
With all the things I leave
Unsaid.
And all the questions in my head
All the people I try to avoid
All the ways I try to hide
Behind a curtain
Hastily contrived
To screen my eyes
From scrutiny.
That’s the way I get my therapy
I talk of flying
Of liberty
But when I come to take the leap
I choke
Standing just upon the
Brink
I cry and plead
For an open door
To get me out of box and cage
To spread my wings and soar
Above river and mountain and plain
But once freedom’s wish is granted
I panic
And wedge myself into a corner
And pray for open spaces,
Friendly faces
In far off exotic places...
A sure end to all my sorrow
An end for sure,
...But tomorrow

On the Rise

I got places to be
And people to see
So brother don't you play like you messin' with me
Got no time for pretense the genuine is key
So you and your games back the hell offa me

'Cause I been down so low
Stayed under so long
That now I'm back up
I ain't takin blows no mo'
See I been set loose
I've tasted freedom
And now I see I have the right to choose:

So I choose life
Not backing down;
I choose the pure
No filth touchin me no how;
I choose what's healthy
Revel in disease like a sow
If that be your desire
Or join me if you will
And let's take this higher.