Inspired by James Brown and every mother, sister:
She has birthed herself from the breathe of dreams
Willed herself into existence on the hopes of her mother and grandmother
She is their voice in the present
And she will not fail
The winds whisper her name late at night
When undreaming minds have been laid to rest
And she sleeps in dimensions other than this one
She leaves nothing to chance
The universe is being re-modelled to suit her desired colour scheme
Hope and inspiration are dressed in matching garments
And the three of them spend their evenings carving the future from their laughter
We are merely players in a play of her doing
She has commissioned our lives
And pulls at the strings of our madness when we veer off the chosen path
It may be a man's world
But I willingly lay my being at her altar
Because it wouldn't mean nothing
Without a woman in it
