She is Woman, She knows it so...

Tall, hands outstretched
Fate's warrior woman embracing her bitter end
cracked lips kissing the horizon
Young boy with a smile on his face
hatred bruising his existence, holds a gun to her head
He pulls the trigger
Her brains scutter
Her soul bleeds
Giving flamboyance to an austere world
And as life bids her adue
A vision too clear for the mind to grasp
An epiphany only death should taste
tiptoes into her vanishing existence
A young lad coils himself into a foetal position
Drinks milk from her breasts
He takes the form of life in her womb
The very womb that weaves life
that gives birth to these misogynist bastards
Whose hatred for this here:Woman of Women
Young boy belives is inherent
Inscripted in his very DNA
Whose hatred, this here:Woman of Women
Cannot decipher
Cannot comprehend
Cannot condone
Because she chooses to love
Whose hatred they know not
decieves, takes the shape of water
A catalyst to their debilitating state of mind
Whose hatred she dares not take to heart
For why would a mother habor such feelings for her own offspring
Nature deemed it so
That her end, would be a result of his own hand
In a destopian',patriarchal society
Where women such as she
Knelt down in submission
She chose to die in honour
A tall mountain of a Woman
In her lived, hearts unforged
Of Dahomey Amazons
Those ancient worriors of long ago
Earthed mothers of these
these self-loathing
Woman bashing
Violently brainwashed nonentities
But as life has known love
As her feet had walked on her ancestral land
The road like any other wouldnot be facile
Many would come and many would die
But with time, their incoherent melodies would give birth to rhythm
The dust would settle
The tears would dry
Their burfacated state of domiciled fears would cease to be
A day would come
where foul mouthed, bigot infested minds would be no more
Where he knows she
And she knows he
A day would come
Where love neednt be a necessity
Where man does not hold woman hostage
Wher he loves she
and she loves he
A condition of humanity
That is not dictated by virtue of gender
As her life crumbles to dust
From her pain, Hope is birthed
She is Woman
She knows it so
Death takes her by the hand
While life whispers "All is well"
She knows it in her Soul...