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i pay tribute now... my overdue homage to who i am
and where i come from. the women whose tears i
absorbed into my very soul. the beauty i admired and
aspired to attain throughout my childhood and even
now. these women sacrificed, endured and overcame
more than i can ever imagine in their beautiful and
scarred lives. these women inspire me to persevere,
forge ahead and live for myself.
no man will ever take away what they have instilled
from an early age: your best lover will always be
the one within. only you can truly understand your
passions, your weaknesses, your ultimate happiness
or your ultimate downfall.
like every human, these women have made mistakes
and carry with them deeply rooted regrets. but what
separates them from the rest of the weak-minded and
the heavy-hearted is that their blood runs strong,
their blood runs deep. their blood is resilient,
in all its glorified brilliance.
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My blood runs strong, my blood runs deep.
I come from a line of women who sacrificed everything they wanted to keep.
I come from a grandmother who watched her soul mate break their marriage vows
And endured more pain than life should allow.
My blood runs strong, my blood runs deep:
The strength comes from strife hidden beneath.
I come from a mother who was beaten with words and broken down
Until there was no way left for her but out.
My blood runs strong, my blood runs deep:
It continues to persevere and survive when fear consumes me.
I come from an aunt who watched her 2nd born child die by the hand of her other son
And still managed to be a beautiful mother after all that had been done.
My blood runs strong, my blood runs deep
it runs its course strong and true despite all obstacles i meet.
I come from a cousin who tried to OD when she could no longer take the pain
But pulled through to find the sunshine beyond the rain.
My blood runs strong, my blood runs deep
It melts away the walls I build to try and run away like dissolving ice near heat.
I come from a woman within who knew I deserved so much more
Than what I continually settled for.
My blood runs strong, my blood runs deep:
It seeps into and mingles with the women around me.
I come from a line of women not really my own
But they are friends: my blood is their blood and I know I’ll never truly be alone.
My blood runs strong, my blood runs deep:
I come from women who put aside their own desires just to let things be
Their courage comes from men who struck them down and underestimated their power
Until they pushed them to the edge: the last second, the final minute, the breaking hour.
My blood is resilient,
in all its glorified brilliance.
My blood runs strong,
my blood runs deep.
In one prick, one slash, one scrape
I see the beauty of the women in my lives that they refused to let any man take away.
My blood runs strong,
My blood runs deep.
-|v!ctor!a anne|-