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Mind of Her own

You can be direct...
With or without male contact...
You see the past...
And the future as well...
But still in me you dwell...
Causing me to swell...
You, moan and softly yell...
You are direct...mostly for you
It's costly...
Like that day; you went to explore...
The garden...
Your directness has you and I...
Band to earth's woes...
As man and woman.
All the birds and butterflies...
Cried.
No one knew you had such pride.
Satan evens regret his move...
Satan never consider your...
Direct mood.
Satan touched your softness...
And was hooked.
You shared it with me...
I was well took...
It is all wrote down in the book...
Even God was shook...
Your beauty and wisdom cook...
Your respect...
Made you and I rejects...
Now you secretly rule the world...
Giving your love briefly...
At some moments...
And to the brim at other times...
Directing man, by his spine.
Oh! you are good,
With the garden in you...
Allowing man to plant...
Down the road allowing him to pant.
Then man chants...
A song of your sovereignty...
Which is given by God...
For mans tree.
You woman have a mind of your own...
You are truly mans home...
There is much concerning you...
And your garden, I do not understand...
As Man.
And when my spirit was running...
I understood you not.
Your garden...
Your garden...
Is none stop...
The freedom of your mind...
Holds me ever so close...
And...yet so farrr.

poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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