A Woman’s Worth (The Garden Of Eden Book 1)

When earthly whispers no longer in life can console  
The upside cross of this civilization in the Land of Nod, leads the flock to a deep sinkhole  
There is nothing more deserving to see the mind reflection is dark  
Stem cells in my melaninated content, where the spiritual realm, I lark  
Sacred Scrolls must be given, must be told  
Reverence of unchained energy is not of old  
 
To pardon the democracy of Heaven and Hell, as blood still seeps in burial ground  
Forebode and ancestry speaks shh... you can hear if you do not make a sound  
Native land, footsteps branded on the soil by the Moorish man  
You give the world a book fables, with insect, murder, fornication, and adultery, and you ask to hold my hand  
When the Constitution of our forefathers refuse to acknowledge blood still seeps from the vast land  
Where sacred chants from the soil your ancestors stole  
 
Sacred chants you may tell a stone  
Genocide, pilgrimage, ethnic cleaning the stars, the moon, can never be atone  
The Revelation of whips and chains are clamoring from the mountaintop  
Aren’t we all waiting for the great tribulations, as eyes look up for glory, knees to the terrain we will drop  
Natural disasters upon the shores the beginning of trepidation  
I am not the martyr that you should never fear  
My frontier is sky miles in the remnants of fallen tears  
 
Occurrences from sky wars  
The battle of Heaven, Earth, and in the depth where the water pours  
Do you know who you truly are  
I come from the vines of Israel and Hebrew is my astral star  
What good is a woman in nakedness that does not know her worth when she is clothed  
The femininity of her grace it speaks the mystical wonders she bears deep in her soul  
We cleanse the properties of our spirits when we are bare skinned  
Shh… do not speak when Lucifer roams or you will allow him in  
 
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