She Be Still, She be Storm.
She walks like incense smoke,
slow burn, full bloom—
ain’t in no rush to meet nobody’s clock,
'cause time bows to her rhythm & Tune.
Honey and cayenne in her tone,
soft hands, steel spine—
she cradles peace like her firstborn,
but don’t get it twisted,
the whole world will thunder
if you come wrong.
Lightning will strike with,
just one stroke of her palm.
Skin kissed by dusk,
eyes holdin’ galaxies and get-back.
She’s the hush of dusk
and the rise of mornin’—
a hush-hush hum that say:
“I been through it, and I still shining.”
Roots deep like old oaks,
and skies blue, as the sea!
she don’t beg for a seat—
she’ll build an altar.
sippin’ success like sweet tea,
Building a legacy only she can foresee.
Harmony ain't weakness,
it’s power refined.
She’s the calm after war,
but don’t forget—
she survived!
So let 'em stare.
Let 'em whisper.
Shes too loud in her light
to ever go dim.