Born of fire and of the pain,
The Phoenix rises fire in rain.
With lives threatened laid to ash,
Spirits rising from the past.
No man can own us
No God atone us,
We are the heart
We are the key.
Spirits rising, Man in crisis,
The Phoenix born in you and me.
Spirits sent in woman’s form,
Born of mothers amidst the storm.
We are the lightning,
We are the thunder,
The storm of Spirit, makes you wonder…
Are we salvation – or are we death?
Ancient spirit, promised breath,
Who brings the knowledge
Who brings the way?
Ancient women, modern day.
No man can own us
No God atone us,
We are the heart
We are the key.
Phoenix born in you and me,
Phoenix born in you and me.
Sisters’ RISE.
Myra H. Lucas
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