National Women's Month / by J. Ivy

In celebration of National Women's Month here is a poem From J. Ivy's Forthcoming Book "HERE I AM: THEN & NOW"

"MY INTERPRETATION OF YOU" By: J. Ivy

I WANT TO KNOW THE LANGUAGE OF A WOMENS EYES, A SILENT SPEECH THAT SPEAKS LOUDER THAN A THOUSAND TONGUES WHEN BODY LANGUAGE CAN'T BE TRANSLATED. HER EYES IS WHERE CLARITY IS FOUND, THIS THERAPY IS SOUND AND PROTECTIVE. HURTFUL NOISES ARE MUTED BY THE TRANCE SHE PUTS YOU IN, SHE'S IN TUNE, EMOTIONS FOREVER IN BLOOM, GIFTS ARE KEPT IN WOMBS, INTUITION LEADS TO SUSPICION, SHE'S CURIOUS ABOUT EVERYTHING, THERE'S NEVER ENOUGH MEANING, SO SHE JOURNEYS THRU LIFE WITH A MOUTH FULL OF QUESTIONS, IN SEARCH FOR UNDERSTANDING, WONDERING WHY SHE'S NOT UNDERSTOOD, MISUNDERSTOOD SHE STANDS, OFTEN SHE FEELS ALONE IN OVERCROWDED LANDS, SHE’S LOST IN SPACE, FOUND IN GRACE THAT SHE'S REMINDED OF WHEN SHE SPEAKS TO HER MOTHERS OF THE WORLD... SHE'S A NURTURER BY NATURE, THERE'S SOMETHING SO NATURAL ABOUT HER LOVE. ON HER SLEEVE HER HEART IS WORN, KINDHEARTED UNTIL HER HEART IS SCORNED AND WORN OUT BY SCARRING MOMENTS, AT TIMES TEARS ARE CAUGHT BY SCAR TISSUE, SHE WIPES HER EYES AS SHE TACKLES HER ISSUES, IN HIGH HEELS SHE CLIMBS MOUNTAINS, SHE KEEPS FLATS IN HER PURSE FOR THE VALLEYS AND STREAMS, THE ALLEYS DO SCREAM WHEN SHE’S SNATCHED UP, BUT STILL SHE’S MESMERIZING, FROM HER LIPS TO HER HIPS, SHE’S HYPNOTIZING, THE BEAT IN HER WALK IS MY FAVORITE SONG, YOU WON'T FIND THIS MELODY ON SHEET MUSIC, BUT STILL THE STREETS USE IT TO GET BY, WHY? BECAUSE SHE DOESN'T PLAY BY THE RULES, SHE PLAYS BY EAR, LOOK HERE AND YOU WILL SEE THAT I KEEP VISIONS OF HER ON REPEAT, ANTICIPATING THE NEXT TIME WE SPEAK, AND LOCK EYES, UNLOCK THE WINDOWS OF OUR SOULS AND PEEK IN, SEEP IN TO ONE ANOTHERS PORES, BREAK DOWN ONE ANOTHERS DOORS, THANK GOD WE WASHED UP ON ONE ANOTHERS SHORES, SHIPWRECKED BY TIDES THAT ARE SALTY LIKE THE TEARS IN HER EYES, I WAVE, THEN WADE, THERE'S A STORY SO PASSIONATE HIDING BEHIND THE SHADES, I HAVE TO LET MY SUNSHINE IN, SHINE ON THE UNIVERSE BURIED WITHIN HER EYES, THERE’S NO GRAVITY IN HER SKIES, HER HEMISPHERE, WITH NO FEAR I FLOAT WITHOUT DEVICES, EXPLORE HER EVERY GALAXY, IT'S SAD TO BE IGNORANT TO HER POWER THAT’S SOURED BY A WICKED WORLD, IT SHOULD BE A CRIME TO TRY AND HOLD HER DOWN WITH WICKED WORDS, SIMPLE SYLLABLES THAT DEGRADE HER GRADE, SHE’S THE PERFECT TEST SCORE, THERE'S MAGIC WITHIN THE CORE OF HER CORE, I TOUR FOR MORE IN ATTEMPT TO COMPREHEND HER STRENGTH, HER GIFTS, MY WISH IS TO SIMPLY GROW CLOSER TO THE DEFINITION THAT DEFINES THIS ART, TRAVEL TO THE NUCLEUS OF THE ENERGY YOU SPARK, IGNITE AND UNLOCK A HEAVENLY CONVERSATION, BUT FOR NOW, THIS IS MERELY MY INTERPRETATION.