She is I

If you see your girl in these streets

Tell her to pick her pen please 

A prophet to the nations

She brings trouble to the pagans

Dropping knowledge that builds legacy

Her words weighs a ton, they are like lead to me

Piercing marrow and flesh

Bringing life to valleys of dry bones decimated by premature death

She is of the mist of the mountains

Call her the direct offspring of Mother Nature

She wields an authority that can only bestowed by the Almighty.

Her words etch through hearts like a double edged sword

Birthing purpose and destiny

In all those who are willing to listen attentively

She is the wind behind your wings 

She is your will push through

Dem caan dismiss or degrade har,

Her value is determined by a different realm

She is I and She is You!

An inspirational poem about the power that lies within us.