The Irresistabe She Poem by Phanice Wamukota

Created by God and perfected by His workmanship,
And everlasting carrier of His glory and virtue,
To flower the earth and be a pillar for His creation,
No second thought no rival, just a son of God,
Superior for her inner resolve and not muscular volume,
Her wit unmatched and tapped from heaven above,
Give her a name and hope it won't be lame,
Or shun the shame and call her God's girl.

Her skin is bronzed not to mean she ain't golden,
But a match to her black eyes and kinky silky crown,
She explores to implore followers for her Savior,
Believing in herself but trusting more in Jesus,
Learning from Him with a pledge to follow through,
Pursuing on, fainting not only falling in His arms,
Detached from the world and attached to heaven,
The home and haven of God's super girls.

Her laughter is medicinal and her embrace a comfort zone,
Her presence, a guaranteed peace arena,
Her smile a cosmetic, her words music to the ears,
Her existence both a gift and blessing to the world...