everydayinamerica

From 1920 to 2020…Women have been fighting for and demanding their place in the world… and the respect they so rightfully deserve in contributions to the world…their communities…their families…and their own lives… Yet, it continues to be a constant struggle, a century later, for those of the opposite sex to recognize and acknowledge fully…the feminine energy, and how it continues to build the world…and heal the destruction and devastation, usually initiated and cultivated by her masculine counterpart…

To all of the women of the world, My Sistahs… I dedicate this writing…Always remember who you are…despite what others want to make you out to be…Remember your pains and your struggles…your wants and your needs…your strong and everlasting spirit…and your drive to be true to yourself…

We nurture the Universe…and we must remember to nurture ourselves…especially moving into 2021…

We have much to do…So let’s do it with our feminine force…and our quiet courage…and our undying spirits…when we’re going through it…when we’re asking ourselves why…just remember…it’s okay to cry…to retreat for a moment to gather your bearings…just come back with a vengeance to succeed…and…Be Strong, Sistah…Be Strong….

Be Strong, Sistah…Be Strong…

How long have I heard those words?

How Long?

Be Strong, Sistah…Be Strong…

Hey, I’m only human…

I have feelings too… Just like you…

I want to be held…comforted…coddled…appreciated…intoxicated

With love and affection…and a strong erection…

Performing erotic perfection…in homage to all those times…

That I lived in doubt…struggled without…wondered why…

Hosted many a cry…released a millennium of sighs…

Waded through countless “goodbyes”…cutting ties…embracing lies…

Be Strong, Sistah…Be Strong…

Will somebody please tell me?

What did I do wrong?

Be Strong , Sistah…Be Strong…

I was born a woman…

Society’s crime…in passage of time…I nurture…

I protect…I deflect…I assure…I procure…I endure…

Your pain…their pain…my pain… I secure…

Your gain…their gain…my strain…

I can take it…I can fake it…bles-sed be…

Be Strong, Sistah…Be Strong…

It hurts so much, I could die…Can’t they see?

Are they blind…maybe? What’s happened to me?

She’s alright…she’ll get over it! She can take it!

She don’t fake it!!!

Pile it on…she won’t break…she won’t shake! She won’t quake!

Feelings of steel…a heart that won’t peel…Looks that could kill! Me, erratic?

There’s no static! I’m no tease…I’m here to please…and please…and please…

And PLEASE, everybody freeze!

I hear it coming…my mind is humming…the tune is numbing…

That same old song!

Be Strong Sistah! Be Strong…

Into the fire! To serve is your desire…there’s no position higher…

My woman…My lady…My wife…My boo…My girl…My gal…My mommy…

My “homey”…My dog…My cunt…My slut…My “ho”…My bitch…My shit…My ass…

My stuff…My fluff…My hole and tits…My friend-with-benefits…My female…

My Sistah…My Sistah…My Sistah!!!

Be Strong…Be Strong…Belong…Belong…Belong…to You….

Be true…Be true…Be true…to You….

Be Strong, My Sistah…BE STRONG!!!!

In body, mind and spirit, be forever true to yourselves…When we are true to ourselves…We transform…not only ourselves…but the world.