Ujamaa Christian Poetry
The essence of her aroma...causes me to breathe in
uncontrolled gasps reaching out to her so..
she will know that i am part of her
spewed from her womb as an infant from its mother
Will she acknowledge that i am the servant...
and She, the one most worthy ....of that service Will
she allow her beauty to be..
scarred by untender hands..
be suffocated with untruths and imorality?
Torn from her contents
razed by the weakest of the weak....and made to weep?
because of sadistic birthing
become the least of the least?
Her breast-plate is strong
Her spear is honed to perfection
penetration will not occur
Her chastity will remain unspoiled....gate-keeper for
all She endures for her servants
Her greatness is given from love
She is from a promise. She is still free!
Written by Edward M. Hamblin
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