my woman

my woman is folding up her tears
packing up her feelings in words
ready like bullet lead
to penetrate your head
my woman doesn't care anymore
if you are ready to hear
if you are bracing yourself
have a support system to catch you
           from the fall of truth
my woman knows you are gonna go down
is not a murderer
is sick of being pushed down
is not the destroyer
is the path of light that needs to be traveled
wants and seeks to be traveled
my woman is not throwing stones
but blocking the thrown
and pushing back against the storm
my woman is screaming out the silence
ready to be heard
going to be learned
hush
and
listen

my woman is me.