My Women

My women create generations:
My brothers, sisters, cousins,
all of God's creation.
Vagina's that could birth a nation.
Through every light and darkness and rust and gold
life, crosses those lips.
Lost ones, disobeying, but some raised right,
for some whip, some spoil,
and seeds fail to keep it tight.
But my women stay prayed,
and their love and lessons stay
to the light.
Why suffer at the hands of children's hearts so coarse?
drug dealers, cash stealer's,
and ones too young already off course?

My women are resilient.
soldiers against every illness hell sent.
muscle loss can't stop,
cancer might make weight drop,
and though every joint is replaced,
a massive heart beats on top.
Aunt's lost her mind a gyre,
left a sister at a child's conniving,
left her to perspire.
none keep the health,
but none ever lose the fire.