She is

She is the woman that birth you.

She is the sun to your moon.

Your emotional healer.

She bandages yours wounds.

She is all these things to you, but you continue to mistreat her,

For years, she stood by you,

Taught you to be a leader.

Weather if she's your sister, your mother, friend or lover

she is a black woman with the strength of no other.

She protects you, guides you,

plesures and supplies you.

But why do you treat her so wrong?

She craves your attention, she is going to leave you,

not to mention, you're gonna miss her when She is gone.

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