She Is On Her Way (For Endurance Victor)

She Is On Her Way (For Endurance Victor) | Martins Deep

She Is On Her Way

(For Endurance Victor)

She'll be rather willing to be burnt

on the stakes forgotten

than sleep and wake in the jailers chains

watching her purpose gather up dust.

Rake her charred remains

heap upon heap among others

that died trying

She'll smile till the last, pleased.

Call her weak and wait but a week for a shocker to be hatched up her sleeves

Her make up is as good as war paint

In the battlefield of her mind

She'll smile - you'll think the sun is tucked in her mouth.

Strong woman walking carelessly over weighed rules

drunk with queenly demand as she staggers

you'll hear the music her feet makes crushing beneath her feet old

paintings of black woman.

Piece by piece where the moon

is absent to grace the nightsky

She'll complete the puzzle

of the woman in her dreams.

The wildest panthers are not odds enough to stop her

Conquest drums

drums hard in her chest that they'll flee cowardly.

She has stopped feeding her past with her precious tears

She can hear destiny clearer now

Time now whispers than weep

Imploring, beckoning

She'll blow a kiss to heaven from her bed

giving a million reasons

like arms of jealous lovers to keep her unexplored.

Her generation groans

She hears them from the future

They cry for water

They cry for fire

For a worthy one who has gone through them

She is on her way

with the strides of a big cat.

There is no need to believe in her

where grace flows ceaselessly

to reassure her.

Adore her sores

Not weep ruefully

Its for the shore Beulah.

Through your telescope you will watch her

Sit on the brightest of stars with teary eyes still caught looking up to God.

- Martins Deep

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