I Am & I can

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I Am & I can

I Am & I Can

I am a Queen Sized woman,
fearfully and wonderfully made by I Am, the creator and sculptor of me
How did I come to be?
I’m a germinated, cultivated and mutated seed descended from the strange fruit which once hung from southern trees
Kissed by the sun, in all my splendor,
Ripened, chosen and set aside,
I am a plum in a bowl of grapes type of woman
Endowed by I Am with more than enough,
Do I think I’m all that?
Indeed, I am all that I Am has made me, that is:
I am a Queen Sized woman
A wall of fire that shields the ones I love,
faced with much adversity, but strong and resilient
built to bounce back, again, and again
I am a Queen Sized woman, with a queen’s heart
a loving, caring and nurturing type of woman
a peace in the midst of your life storm type of woman
a wrap you in love and keep you warm type of woman
a make you laugh, when you want to cry type of woman
a love you till the day I die type of woman
a lay your weary head upon my breast type of woman
a do my best and outshine the rest type of woman

I am a Queen Sized woman,
mother of a man child, the prince of my heart
a daughter, a sister, a friend
loved beyond measure,
and still an undiscovered treasure
strategically hidden in plain sight by I Am,
to be discovered by a king He finds worthy of the woman I am

I am a Queen Sized woman, in love with potential,
engaged to promise, married to commitment,
pregnant with possibilities, laboring for strength,
and in I Am’s timing, from my belly shall flow rivers of living water
which will make manifest, greatness
whatever I must be, I am
whatever I must do, I can
I am, and I can,
I am, and I can, because I Am and I can

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mzhow commented on I Am & I can

12-23-2008

Great poem. stay true to yourself. good luck

Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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