The Value of Her Cry

I've seen Sunrises and Sunsets

And when her cry is made manifest it rains loud

I cant be proud

I refuse the ego

I must wrap the Glory of my Manhood strength and affirmations they are in my mouth my arms must comfort her Soul

The image of my Priesthood

The existence of her survival to be wholesome

Sometimes I cant stop her tears

I never want any fear to arrest her

I denounce any negativity to her crown

But what she carries sometimes is too heavy..

Because she cares

Whats expected is just repeat and do it again

This corporation does not innerstand her and they never will....

Her children are sacred

Her gifts are sweet like honey

The Money of her Spirit makes her house rich

She owes nothing

I AM her shield

Come take my hand

Rest

Recommissioned

Refined

Restored

I AM here for it all

©️thelyricalexodus #tresduravia

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