God has been dealing with Hardliner
And she can honestly say that she’s been a good girl through it all
Not succumbing to the lure of one woe-is-me rant
Is a victory dance in itself
That storm – the one that Dewdrop alluded to is about
To rip through her valley
But her inner queen is standing firm – garbed for war
With ‘fly-ass’ sabre in hand

Gurl – your ass in trouble
That wind is straight up gangsta
It gon uproot you and Dorothy your ass to Oz
Mind you – that heffa only gats access to one pair
Of escape-from-Oz ruby slippers
Unless you jack up the Wicked Witch of the East first
Your ass in trouble

Ms. Ego’s negative rhetoric has been keeping Hardliner company
Stroking the fires of anxiety gutting her insides
Her body has caved to their command like a spinless chicken
Presenting in palpitations – pins and needles
And an internal shaking that sets her teeth on edge
Her mind knows that this shit aint real
But body is dancing to a different tune

Gurl you know that your pressure high too
That storm is the stroke heralding kind
Ms. Ego – flowing in her age-old wisdom
Highlights one more way sista gurl could bounce up with death

Chile – slay your Ego
She is a beacon – summoning that storm of fear
About to rip through your grasslands
The bullish energy of the Earth Mother Almah
Wakes Hardliner out of her fearful stupor

Sista is shaking so bad that she can’t even
Grasp her ‘Fly-ass Sabre’
If only she could make her body calm down
But fear gats all her numbers – hidden addresses and aliases
You can at least draw the breath of life into your lungs baby girl
Start from there
Keep breathing –
And just as you draw breath – allow yourself the grace
To believe that you are more than the conflagration
Of fear raging through you right now fear

Hardliner is breathing like her life depends on it
Her dry ass mouth uttering prayer
In her fight to put down the insurrection of Ms. Ego
That bitch is toxic

Keep breathing – Ms. Almah commands
Her voice strident – riding the wings of an angry wind
Whipping through Hardliner’s grasslands
The sky has gone red – a blood red
Its energy seemingly menacing

Ms. Almah – my skies are red!
Her knees buckle under the heavy weight of panic
Why are my skies red?

Breathe – the Earth Mother bellows
She could almost blend into the background
Garbed in sanguine robes that seem alive with purpose
You can find peace in this chaos chile
Fear thrives in illusion not truth
Get up – plant your feet on your earth
Meet this storm like a worthy opponent not a spinless chicken

Hardliner has been that chicken for almost all her life
She realises she is the product of her fear
Her greatest fear was her getting cancer
Because she believed that she could never beat it
Lo and behold cancer rolled up on her digs
And set that shit ablaze
Gawd – everything is on fire now
For this past year fear has ruled her with an iron fist
Making projections of death with the occurrence of
Every niggle – wheeze – pin and needle
She could not feel the warm embrace of joy
Cause well – according to Ms. Ego
She had cancer – never mind she is in remission
Death still has her number

Baby – death has everybody’s number
Almah’s eyes seem to have fire lit behind them
Do you know what you are made of?
Let me tell you
The Earth Mother looks into Hardliner’s eyes
This menacing energy moving through your grasslands
Is at your beck and call
You are its master baby – fear has no control over you
It fears you – because you are wonderfully and marvellously made
You are the promise of God chile
This is the truth fear seeks to hide underneath its nightmares
Life is meant to be lived
Through experiences that may break you but also make you
Fear keeps you asking what if…
What if is not reality
What if keeps joy at bay
What if stunts growth into the person you are meant to be

Hardliner feels that in her spirit
And truth be told – she senses fragility in that menacing energy
Hovering over her grasslands
There is a weariness that Hardliner missed
It is almost like it hovers in wait of Hardliner’s acquiescence
To is dominance over her mind
Rays of light accompanied by hints of a soft breeze
Breaks through the red haze
As her hills begin to sing a familiar tune
Hardliner turns to beckon Sweet Chile to her
Then she does the same to Dewdrop
They hold hands – facing the east of her grasslands
In this blissful moment Hardliner feels one with herself
She is finally ok with saying that she is a cancer survivor
And that she is a strong – bad ass diva
The cancer may or may not come back
But she is good being in the hands of the Lord

Sweet chile has begun to dance to that tune now
The sun powers through fear’s blood red haze
Clouds fleeing in its wake to leave stunning azure
Its joyous rays are loving up Hardliner’s grasslands
Every leaf and blade of grass ebullient communion
Her rolling hills are now belting Master KG’s ‘Jerusalem’
Dewdrop is also grooving to something other than Michael Jackson
And Hardliner is on her knees – arms outstretched in praise
A petulant misdemeanour diva she may be
But still God’s property