Monday, 29 September 2014

Daughter of My Father.

I met my father amidst a heated argument,
The man who this beauty sired
When I met my father the world covered herself with cower,
I met my father in the revel of desire, a fury like fire
When I met my father, I met the jungle's king the lion
I met my father, the voice in me unlike others, a thunder
A part of mine that lathers, with the old, wonders,
When I met my father, I heard the roar that stands above slander
I yell amidst feminine compassion, but hear the thunder of erupting lava,
I am woman, but see i am Wo his name is Man
I bear his name, I bear also his mane, a whisk and his game,
I met my father,  I met a warrior, am army's commander,
Above my head unseen, is the fierce of my father
So i met my father, I met my part, another
I met the mold of my gather, I bear his temper and his love
I am a part of his as he is of me, I am his good and his evil
And I met my father, I the child of his loins
I met the father, who's daughter I am.

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