My love to all the women in the world (Don't worry guys, your day is coming...).
Women are incredibly phenomenal, strong and beautiful. They strive for the best and reach it. They go beyond boundaries no matter their colour, skills and class. They support their man, care for their children and look out for the world.
Women are exceptional....
I really love this poem by Teresa...
The beauty of a woman
Is not in the clothes she wears,
The figure that she carries,
Or the way she combs her hair.
Is not in the clothes she wears,
The figure that she carries,
Or the way she combs her hair.
The beauty of a woman must be seen from her eyes,
Because that is the doorway to her heart,
The place where love resides.
The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole
But true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul.
Because that is the doorway to her heart,
The place where love resides.
The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole
But true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul.
It is the caring that she lovingly gives,
The passion that she shows,
And the beauty of a woman
With passing years only grows!
The passion that she shows,
And the beauty of a woman
With passing years only grows!
- – - written by Teresa Mahieu
I totally agree with Theresa, we are special and our beauty grows as the years passes on...
OK, scratch the gossiping...heheheheheh |
The 'lifehouse lagos' in Victoria Island is organising a matinee for women tomorrow (Men are also invited...Hehehe)..There will Yoga, Movies and Karaoke..Yayyy!!!..For more info: http://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Life-House/107059069344411
Enjoy one of my favourite ballads of all time..(Humming along to it..I am superwoman, Yes I am, Yes you are....)
Have a fun day...
TGIF...Yayyy!!!!
Rango.. i am shur you miss my comments but this is no way i wont comment especially since i am more than a super woman... i am an extremely passionate woman...
ReplyDeleteAnyways I wish you had put in an one of those fantastic poetry from for colored girls...
Regardless, Welldone... and please let's leave the gossiping bit (i think its too fabulous to be left out - big grin)
To my dearest AnneMarie(favourite gossip in town, hehehe)....I'm so sorry for not including that...
DeleteFOR COLORED GIRLS...": Act One Scene One
dark phases of womanhood
of never havin been a girl
half notes scattered
distraught laughter fallin
over a black girl's shoulder
it's funny/it's hysterical
the melody-less-ness of her dance
don't tell nobody
don't tell a soul
she's dancin on beer cans & shingles
this must be the spook house
another song with no singers
lyrics/no voices
& interrupted solos
unseen performances
are we ghouls?
children of horror?
the joke?
don't tell nobody
don't tell a soul
are we animals?
have we gone crazy?
i can't hear anythin
but maddening screams
& the soft strains of death
& you promised me
you promised me...
somebody/anybody
sing a black girl's song
bring her out
to know herself
to know you
but sing her rhythms
carin/struggle/hard times
sing her song of life
she's been dead so long
closed in silence so long
she doesn't know the sound
of her own voice
her infinate beauty
she's half-notes scattered
without rhythm/no tune
sing her sighs
sing the song of her possibilities
sing a righteous gospel
let her be born
let her be born
& handled warmly.
Hope your are happy now...hugsssssssssss
hey, no biases on this blog....lets keep it square!
ReplyDeleteHehehehehe..ok ooo :-))
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