9/30 National Poetry Month Challenge

I'm that woman.
She's been hiding
Under the cover
Of brown skin
Just abiding
Not disturbing
Yet providing
Strength to the masses
Never totally depleted
But reserved
Until most recently
Flood gates sprang
Open
Or was it the built
In pressure relief valve
She cried
And after the Hand
Wiped the tears away
The view was clear
As crystal blue Carribean water
I'm that woman.
Now get out the way!