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Matters it Not
Matters it not That her hand wields A sword or a broom. Matters it not That her hair is Scattered wild in the wind Or pinned and neatly groomed. Never forget that God is a woman and If she gave you life She can take it too Mistake not her Calm for submission Nor her quiet for fear Make the mistake Of looking at her The wrong way Then accept that Your end is near Never forget that God is a woman and If she can know charm She can also know no fear. She is strength She is power
From a Mother
A world for you and me,
I wish had been war free.
Where taking swords was a choice,
Not a decision we are left with.
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