Challenge Me (A Tribute To Black Women) Poem by THEODORE MOSLEY

She is a fabric that stands without seems on the mind of others as she takes her stand.

Holding forth the armor of life she bestows a crown of wisdom to her offspring's for matters to come.

Her mind flows through the cathedral of sphinx, with the ability to shatter dimensions.

Challenge me, as I walk this life into existence, without holding my weapon of choice in learning.

Her curves airlifted time and the sound of her walk begins to emerge the sophistication of her being.

Conspiring to bring the intellectual affairs of women, her eyes capture the brilliance of diamonds.

Seen as the silence in the night, her voice raptures education with a mind of inescapable passions of art.

You told me as a woman of color, I could not achieve my dreams, as a woman, I achieved your dreams.

Challenge me, for tomorrow I will bring you the River Euphrates to dance inspirations of hidden times.

Armed with the warfare of dignity and determination, her purpose of being is solidified with her soul.

Born to pain, her affliction carries her to unreachable mountains of despair with whispers of dreams.

She climbed the destruction that was laid before her as the wings of motherhood transformed her.

Challenge me, for the throne of aspirations, challenge me for the natural abilities nature has wrought for me.

No longer embracing the shallow minds of her captors, she finds calculated distance on her journey of love.

The woman that I am intimidates the weakness of your mind to punish me with deceptions of anarchy.

My poetry of movement escapes the mind of your incarceration, as the night sings to the moon.

Wrapped in passions of love her naïve touches brought flames of considerations to hold her in the darkness.

Challenge me, when the storms explode and my water subsides, challenge me when my tears are one.

The furtherance of life bestows wisdom in times of infraction that filters her with cruel intentions.

You have abandoned me for docile creativity without ever learning the ways of life in your own creativity.

I stand alone on shoulders, shouldered with the surrounding love of yesteryear.

Challenge me for the asteroid of life, for a beacon of now, for the crimes of the heart.

My being craves as a woman who took flight and became the Phoenix to sisterhood to enriched minds.

Flames of life have I endured, only to cause an inferno in the satellite of time to purchase my solace.

My sister is my anchor, my sister is my revelation, my sister is my spirit and my sister is my history.

Challenge me into the night, as the lava of my muse prolongs the heat my story unfolds in my sanctuary.

Written by Theodore Mosley
March 4,2015