Fuelled by Love

Days when shyness pinned us to our own demons.

Seeing our hope listed under the removals, since then a woman has stood the trial.

Grey days were when inferiority packaged our existence, having no alliances.

The wise and old, all races…somehow all dream of a free country…

One embracing our intelligence first, ignoring what’s deemed sultry.

Acknowledge our sweet injection of love into everything we touch.

Giving the unmaterialistic treasures and giving birth to God’s beauty.

Pieces of His Majesty shining in our off-springs.

Grant us…allow us to defeat the injustice and constant beatings.

Give us a chance to not see the green-eyed monster, looking back in our reflection.

Allow us to smile without having a flood of tears drowning our stint of joy.

Allow our voices to drown the critics.

Deafen the whistles gasping at sights of beautiful skin.

We love the sight of harmony.

The feeling of understanding.

So long we’ve waited for complete freedom for the world’s life-bearers.

Warm nurtures, replicas of angels...

Fear the power they possess,

Well mannered and hardly careless.

No perfection but a journey to wholeness.

Greatness is forever in us.

See our worth not from what pleasures you had in mind.

Rather polish our worth with genuine words while appreciating our presence.

Women are sprinkled with only what we know and understand.

Morals, values and good characters.

Lovers of love and abundant givers love.