Power of Man

Power of Man

A Poem by Lady T
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how one would be nothing nor would anything exist if it wasn't for man himself!

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Without pavement there would be no sidewalks to walk on, no roads to drive cars on, just rocks and sand

The buildings, the homes, schools and the stores are all built by hand

It's not a coincidence. This was apart of God's plan

This is what you call the power of man

 

Two lovers who enjoy the comfort of one another gives into temptation with no thoughts of protection

She feels his ejaculation flowing through her body towards conception

They didn't forget on purpose, it was all apart of God's plan

This is what you call the power of man

 

Thousands dead and gone from fires, tornadoes and hurricanes, children have lost their innocence

The way we enter the world may be the same but the way we say good-bye is different

How we leave and when it's time to go is all apart of God's plan

This is what you call the power of man

 

A child is born, the first nurturer of that child knows what to do

As a woman she upholds her duties to be a mother with natural given tools

Now that's what you call the power of man, everything we go through is apart of God's plan

This is what you call the power of man

 

© 2014 Lady T


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The repetition brings it all together in the end. I love the way that the first to groupings go together. They flow together nicely and form a very nice beat while reading. Keep up the writing; I enjoy reading.

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Lady T
Lady T

Chicago, IL



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I am a poet and versatile writer. I write poetry, fiction, non-fiction and short stories on various topics. I have written for helium.com, gather.com, kandiez.com and currently serve as hip hop promot.. more..

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