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The bags under her eyes are very heavy,
You call them her luggage 
Why does she handle so much luggage ?
Because she keeps moving foward never forgetting her past 
Her cry cries out,
Sweet mother, salty tears.
Where do tears come from ?
She's the source
From a place of joy and sorrow, day and night 
She is the joy that came in the morning 
Her tears are the highest quality 
Premium tears 
When a new thing happens ,it springs forth from her heart 
Rivers in desert places. 

No woman , No cry 
The wailers have become prevailers 
Vigil aunties end their vigilante careers in wake keeping 
It's time to be celebrated 
Every shed tear recognized
The bitter tears are now sweet 
The bitter tears are now better 
The better tears are now barter , exchange it 
The  barter tears are now butter 
Spread it across your bread , breadwinner 
You've won , you'll never be hungry , you'll never beg 
You'll always be fed 

The value of a woman isn't a dollar sign , where the opposite and protruding sides of the "s" point to her breasts and butts divided by a straight line indicating the spinal cord of her dependence .
The value of a woman isn't a dollar sign , where she's at the receiving end 
Look at the bigger picture, look at the giving beginning ,
Giving her all to bring you this far.
She started from the trenches ,
Heart wrenching when she gave her all
To be treated like a bad stench 
Benched for a younger version of herself.
Yet ,she's more than she's built to be , rising higher and higher like an edifice 
She isn't artificially intelligent but sees into the heart of issues ,
She isn't superficially intelligent but she's more than just the measurement of beauty standards

No woman, no cry 
Are her cries finished ?
No woman no cry 
Possibly without her there would be no cry
No woman no cry 
She suppresses the tears that threaten to erupt 
No woman cries , 
She knows the cry 
The cry from within, for freedom ,for liberty .
After all this years, gravity falls, she can float 
Escape has artists ,admire her creativity 
Engage her art , she enjoys her peace of mind 
I'm amused by my muse 
Her highest highs and lowest lows 
Her high - lows are peaks
Hello hi-los 
Her halos are not holo 
She's whole 
Her holos are hulu 
The movie of her life deserves to be streamed 
Yes, she deserves a netflix special 
The unsung hero has a song 
No woman no cry
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