Echoes Of Creation... By Msray #TheSeries

Proud Of My Identity…

  

   As opposed to lingering African cultures that liken the birth of a girl child to a dirge ringing through a quiet town on a cold night, we stand as a voice proud to be born. Woman.

  Regardless of what she may or may never offer in life, a woman counted worthy to be alive must be allowed to breathe. The woman grows differently, ample on the chest, slender around the waist, broad on the hips, she also possesses a face, therefore the woman must be allowed to speak. 

        Though her voice sounds softer and her eyes are pretty. She too can see. Standing on two feet boasting of a heart beat too she is indeed different from Him, and there is nothing wrong with that. She is unique just as He, but this one is about her.  Her desire to be lifted and protected is inherent in her nature. you see, this does not mean she cannot lift things as well. 

   The woman was made to help this world, and when strength and haste have gone ahead, she prides herself in nurturing, gathering, preserving and building from where it matters most to where it actually shows. She is sky high spirit, smiling broadly, laughing deeply wishing you well every time… woman. 

     Extremely committed to the skill of her hands, cooking meals to express the variety of beauty lurking in her heart, loving every bit of her personality is the only place she can truly be free. She is fluid dance with bare feet, intertwined mixtures of culture and time, ecstatic about life and passionate about the next generation waiting patiently inside of her. 

She is a woman, this is who she is, every woman must embrace this truth that so tightly hugs her. that who she is, is exactly who she should be and from this knowledge, her every joy should spring.