W O M E N

Wonderous and woven

Open heart

Mesmirisingly beautiful inside out

Extensively sensible and extricate 

Notable and Nimble

We Are We

Why have we unlearned
Our mother tongues only
to adapt unknown words

The power lies within
The depth
Of our language

Why seek perfection
When it lies
In the gift of our uniqueness

Freely given is
Our language,
Our definition

How meaningful our words
In the tongue we breastfed
hearing

The language the fetus
danced And
Bounced Around To

Dig deeper
Reach in further
Higher within us
Lies the unearthed
 Greatness

Unknown To the world
Incomparable Because
God made us
To be us

Tapestry of Self

Her

Tis I, My Lord. Your Rib

                 
From Your rib
 I was cut out,
With the meat around your most delicate inner organs,
 I was made.
Out of the ribbed canal there I was formed
shaped, colored, stretched,
processed and measured specifically for you.

He put you to sleep and began weaving me.
Patterning me in a way, only he can understand
And only you would love
When he built and molded me
He was in no haste
He took no opinion from you
To make me for you

I was made befitting for you,
I was tailor-made for you
I was created specifically for you
I am the last fitting piece to complete your puzzle

Master was pleased when he made me
He knew I would please you
 And you, in turn, would please him
He knew your eyes would gaze upon me
And see his glory.
He knew your heart would be satiated
Master had you in mind
As he made me

Master commands you to be gentle
To be kind to me
To be my protector 
He knew that if you bruise me
You bruise your rib,
You bruise the Master

He knew that I would desire to come back
To the place of my origin
To the home garden
Therefore he entrusted you with the responsibility 
Maintain it and let butterflies dwell
And the sound of singing birds be heard
Peace and tranquility to abound
Humility and joy to resound

Let no bruise be found on my body
No stain on my Soul
No whiplash on my confidence
No belittling seed on my mind
No blood tears to stain my cheeks

Until Master returns
Man, may your works of
Love toward me
Stand in witness for you

Mitneymitch

My Ninemonths

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My breathing canal
My feeder
My cushion
My housing
My Shock absorber
My drum beater
My cheerleader
My paparazzi
My Selfie buddy
My biggest fan
My groupie
My undeniable stalker

My inspiration

My role Model
Hashem's partner in creating me

From the day I laid eyes on you
From the very cry 
I took a deep breath 
I felt your warm smile
I heard you distantly when you 
said, "you look like daddy"

On your forehead, I felt 
the heat of perspiration
your hard work to ensure my safe 
delivery
You prayed for me 
More than you prayed yourself

In your eyes, you see a miracle. 
A tall giant Miracle
in your womb, I was formed 
as Hashem knew me
in that secret dark place 
I was knitted
as Hashem Willed
Learning his way and grasping the wisdom 
Alas 
as my head squeezed out to the world below
I lost it all 
 I am on a journey to find it 
Dear Mother, pray for me like you did Before
My nine months 
Hashem's partner
Grateful Forever
love 
The one you bore Second 

MitneyMitch

It's Clear,Bow down

I see it only when I bow down
On my knees, head bowed down
Clearly, I see.
My night becoming day.
Beyond the shadows I see
Through the curtains I see
On my knees, the veil is uncovered
The barriers are lifted up
The waters are parted
The Egyptian is killed
On my knees I see
Why I am fed grass?
Why I have to climb a tree to see?
Why I am to tiptoe through the night to ask you a question?
Why I have to keep the secret to my never to be cut hair locks?
Why the bush burns with no evidence of a match stick that lit it?
Why I am to endure each stone as it hits my fragile bones?
Why prison doors and chains fall?
Why the walls of Jerico crumble?
Why Does the giant fall at one hit of my soft stone?
Why do the twelve plagues harden the heart of Pharoah?
Why do their non-blood stained homes lose their first fruits?
Why does the burning furnace fail to consume my flesh?
Why my word is a sharp sword into the Pharisee's black heart?
Only when I bow, do I see it clearly
No blurs
No covering 
No obstruction

It is laid bare at my bowing eyes

Written by
MitneyMitch

IT

Veils of Materialism

We are trapped in a maze of gold and glitter,

Losing sight of our inner light
In pursuit of fleeting vanity.
Whose destiny is death?
We forsake the essence of life
I too am swept into this tide,
Yet feel so secluded.

Our unsatisfied longings,
They weigh us down to groan,
Yearning for more
More than words can explain.
In this silent struggle, we crave
A depth that eludes our grasp.
We yearn!

MitneyMitch

New

New seasons come 
They eventually become old 
Until they are new again
The secrecy of Newness 
Lies buried in your vineyard
The process of fruition belongs to our hands
Harvesting to our faith
And Multiplication to wisdom

Written by

MitneyMitch