In the matriarchal society she reigns as Queen.
Deemed God by the people.
Consciousness rises to the heavens like the tip of the
steeple,
of the highest Temple they built in her honor
gives birth to the fathers
that replant her seed
She's in need
of nothing
sun bows at her feet
breasts nurtures the babies
sits high on her seat.
Gives birth to the nations;
life to creation
gives souls permission
to come in fruition.
Speaks to the spirits
of the living and the passed
Alas!
She can turn plants into a mixture
that cures even death
feet conjures the predecessors
She is no less than God...
energy shines in her aura
they call her
The Great Mother
Warrior Queen held high.
She is infinite in essence
Angelic presence
encompasses all
within her Holy walls.
Omnipotent even when they shackled her feet
spilled the blood of her children
on the bedraggled streets
tolerant of the blasphemous
benevolent and just
plus
she causes the men to lust.
Encrusted with melanin
her womb proclaimed sacred
head held high, can see the souls with the naked
eye
Sun rise, just to greet her
needs nothing to complete her
but compliments a King.
gives life to all things
she is
the Black Woman
-Hatshepsut Amun Re
Hiding all this pen(wo)menship. You're nice with it.
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