Look at me…

All mighty woman with a baby on one arm

And a sword on the other to keep the family from harm

Teaching the little one’s values and morals well

Holding up a church while living in hell

Singing glorious tunes while being gagged by viscous hands

Keeping the family together while being torn up by man

Saving victims from fire while choking myself

Encouraging females while males try to devalue my worth

I hold strength in one hand and point it towards the sky

While the other hangs low with sores that run dry

Breaking glass ceilings with an all mighty fist

While walking over broken glass shoeless

Posses a heart of gold that always beats on time

While the air in my lungs severely declines

Stand tall and proud head and shoulders high

Never once through the struggle let them see me cry

Because look at me…All Mighty Woman I Am

I must lead the less brave to the land of Canaan

But on my path of great struggle I met an old woman who spoke

Her words were thunderous and my ears were engulfed

Her frail body stood firm, she was Queen of her throne

She admired my strength but said one thing I should know

Through my relentless path she looked deep in my eyes

Laid my head on her shoulder and said…

It’s okay to cry

Katherine Rodriguezã2005