her back hath its new ink,
though seldom ever seen.
she had months to ponder and think
and to come up with the green.
she wrapped herself in her cloak
with her customdesign in hand
and ventured to the parlor of smoke,
looking for the inking man.
yes! she had conquered this year-
when her heart was crushed,
as God held her & her wombfruit near
while numerous cries were hushed.
oh, time beats and the wind blows.
this girl doth not moan nor wail.
she patiently waits once more for love to show.
'tis apparent, she is as tough as nails.