It is not the size of my behind
Tautness of my breast
The nooks crannies of my vagina nest

They all lead to an excellent reminder
But when searching for secrets it’s inside her

No magic power no awesome mojo
What I have the average Joe won’t know

It begins with my feet
Treading water, stuck in sludge
One step at a time, leaving past behind
Climb Mountains reach for the sky

Oven mitt, Hands
Hold, uphold
Push guide and provide
Never closed always open
Giving, loving supportive
No matter the temperature
Here upon arrival and departure

Saddle bag, Arms
No not just fat but powerful
Arms swinging bats
For the fight is never loss
Unless I concede to being the boss

The Storehouse Heart
Where love and hate reside
Shame equals pride
Turn resentment into discernment
Disappointment into anointment
Inability to flexibility
Judgment to forgiveness
Circumstances into second chances

Windows, Eyes
Behold what I see
Not always right
It’s not always darkness before the light

Have cried tears
Because of complications
Turned into situations creating
Devastation just to sample rejuvenation
Tired but looking forward to another day
On bended knees thanking God all the way

Yes, I am such a sinner
But the God in me
Makes this Woman a Winner


Only Be Me - Conya Doss