she is...or is she

do you know if she’s capable of loving? if she’s ready to open her eyes and see the truth in her mind? does she know if she’s hungry? If she’s tired? or if she wants to walk by the sand and hold hands? or if she would prefer to kiss under the stars smelling of sea salted air? does she care to brush her hair or wear it free like her ancestors? does she know, that she is a queen no longer a princess who deals with such princes if they ever were one to begin with.  is she willing and ready to educate her womb of the misconceptions of vital contraception? Is she strong enough to face her demons? Does she understand the symbolism of this “bad bitch or Barbie”? or will she submit to who society forces her to be instead of fighting for who she is naturally? Is she ok with having no curves at all or 1000 curves broad and strong? would she prefer to sip the nectar from the fruit tree then the mascato passed around the dinner table. is she happy with the dark eyes for which carry the heart felt souls of the slaves murdered cold? is she ok when she bleeds black blood shed from the whips of the man for whom oppresses her sexuality yet encourages her to bend in short skirts to see private parts? Is she willing to accept the reality that the visions of how she will lose her virginity have been lost centuries ago in the beds of the slave masters quarters with his scorned maid? is content, to live day by day, week by week constantly fighting to speak freedom which "we" were amended? is she fine? is she ok? does she understand that the birthmark over her rib cage resembles the whip lashes of those who stood up for HER rights? is humble enough to accept innocent compliments over those from barbaric men? can she see the image in the mirror needs to be changed if she wants the world to change? Is she willing to accept all concepts of religion and then make up your own mind? Will she be confident enough to walk with her spine straight like a flag pole?