HERstory…

403202_208364142593040_1759188171_nI’m still celebrating my history as a woman this month…how about you?  It’s not often we are simply celebrated for being a female.. So I’m laying down the pots, pans, brooms, hair combs and my cell to post another piece from my book “I Speak Female Poetically” A piece I wrote in celebration of this month two years back…entitled HERstory.

If you haven’t done so already, give chase to the wind, take a trip, write a book, make a cake, get married…before the month is out!!

After that… us women will still be extraordinary…we’ll just have to pinch people to make them say so!

Peace, Love & Empowerment

~V~

 

HERstory

 

Ain’t filled with prince charming

Homes with picket fences or Barbie doll fashioned dreams

Not equated to million dollar yachts and surgery induced beauty

Not comprised of sweet lullabies

Serenades from gift bearing lovers

Shoulder length, free-flowing gowns

Crystal laced ear lobes and wrist trinkets

 

HERstory don’t smile back in the mirror, it just smirks

Smirks and peers back at her like a small angry child

With a constant gaze of disapproval

Waiting on her next move

 

HERstory

Simply be a nine to 5 rut, day in day out, mundane

Heart rearing burden of being ordinary

Sleepless, trouble filled, worry laced

Often unfair, confusion riddled gurney wrought weight

Knee scrapped, prayer pushing, toil and troubled heart

Hums, moans and silent screams

Which don’t often bring relief

 

HERstory be about the here and now

It don’t have no plans

No dreams, hopes or desires

No plans for the future

Cause right now

 

HERstory can’t seem to rid itself of the past

 

 

We Be The Women….

I guess I would be amiss iStrong-empowered-womenf I didn’t post something during this fabulous Women’s History Month! Since Virtuous Vibes is all about equipping, encouraging and empowering women!

Well since I’m full force in femininity every day, I will simply leave you with a piece I wrote, entitled “Women Rock.”  Truly we women, are some extraordinary creatures, emotionally charged and vision driven, full of spunk, sassiness and class….exhibiting bipolar symptoms at will.  Yes, we rock,,,simply because we BE….  Incredibly strong, opinionated and able to multi task efficiently!  Sometimes more than enough…yet we bounce back with more determination than ever! If you are a woman…embrace every moment of this journey, it won’t last forever……and if you happen to be someone with just one extraordinary woman in your life…..well simply be thankful…because that one is all you need…

My sister you rock,

we rock.

We are the silent warriors,

the ones who fight battles and wars with no swords or guns.

We gather our oils,

 fold our hands in prayer,

anoint our temples and scars and just rock,

back and forth in our prayer closets.

Rocking and mourning,

believing that just like our mothers before who weathered every storm,

just surely, surely one day we shall overcome.

So our hopes are built on our tomorrows,

our children become our martyrs.

We build them up

push them to the highest pinnacle of the mountaintop,

strap them with backpacks of courage and a prayer and command them to fly.

No matter what your destiny

you can’t keep it moving, if you’re just standing still.

So my sister this is your wake- up call,

your day of reckoning,

your revelation,

your revolution,

your evolution,

whatever you desire or deem it to be,

just don’t call it a comeback, because it was always meant to be.

I refuse, and I won’t let no rocks cry out for me,

 I don’t want anybody else  getting what rightfully belongs to me.

So I just continue to press,

press on towards the mark which God has placed before me.

 Because I am  a sister that rock,

you are a sister that rock.

Together we ride out the waves of iniquity,

we bounce back from adversity.

We stand tall against the winds of change and dare to be moved.

We don’t have time for tears, stress, strife or bitterness.

Because this war is not for the weak or weary,

the ill equipped,

or the sisters suffering from Post Traumatic Less Syndrome

You have to wake up every day with a prayer and a praise,

grab the hand of a sister and walk in God’s amazing grace.

Rock your way through your trials and tribulations,

grab your spiritual slingshot and slay all of your Goliaths.

Be it propped up,

tied up,

press your spirit and soul into the landing.

Whatever it is you have to do, just be the last one standing.

When all is said and done and the victory has been won,

you can put away your weapons of mass destruction.

Stand proudly before your  lineage and say…

I was that sister that rocked!

Find more of my feminist poetry in my collection “I Speak Female Poetically.”  Its available on Amazon for just $12.00 . Click the link at the top of this page….and to the right!

Peace Love & Empowerment

~V~