I am not body not soul not spirit divide
I am One I am woman I am completed to decide
I walk in with boldness walking no where
I walk with a height with a definite care
Again with a crawl I am subservient to me
So I rise up again, from my own knee
I stretch and I grasp and I climb just to see
What is truthfully undecidedly come promisingly me.
Tell me your stories of woman — I see
Tell me your though of the woman — supposedly me
But I know the source hopeful of release
Ungranted I stand sure of my body soul reflected one to the other
Purely professed, and passionate with peace.
Come promisingly me.