Personal Development
The Powerbrokers of TIME
A POEM BY LISA FÁTIMAH
We cleanse our souls in the womb . . . we never grow old. Vanity bonds the cord.
Tied above the waves we are held--cloaked in mold. We are our mothers. We swim
again. We are our daughters . . . we begin, again . . .
Rita didn't know the essence of her being.
Lisa wasn't told the brilliance of her mind!
Stace hadn't realized her power . . .
"In time," some said, "In time. . . "
Syl had yet to know--
though some told her so--
she had the capacity to change a nation,
and an energy which knew no bounds!
Fátimah, Violet and Donna,
each great in their own way,
they never knew that they were diamonds,
and diamonds you DON'T throw away!
Women of the world!
Mothers of the earth!
Conquerors of insanity.
Warriors of birth!
Teach all of your children,
you family, your friends, your selves,
the greatness of your being,
the true meaning of Love Thyself.
For you are the essence of the universe
the timekeepers of this world's wealth.
It is you who hath the power to mold and shape
the minds,
of our youth, for they are the future of time.
It must be done consistently
--uh, h-e-s-i-t-a-n-c-y has no place!
We must stop producing clones of Rita, Syl and
Stace.
It is time you knew the truth, of just who and
what you are!
You are the essence of woman.
The power brokers of time.
A force that can't be stopped!
You are truly, the very Sweetest, of Honey, in
The Rock!
After The Bell
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