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In this book the author’s screams let a black women speak, I shall not walk through the back door. Respect the symbol of all women, the creations of life the sweet smell of the Universe. The death of women, I am the mother, the daughter, the sister the queen. Nobody knows my name. My emphatic will not be label the back door smut. The screams of blasphemy capitalize off my sanctuary; shall not benefit from my crown. I Woman will not be defamed, the holy sand that rise upon my feet, the robe of spirit flays upon my eyes; the doves that flies upon my head. Women was born with wisdom, she was summons by the almighty God, to be the provider of family, the doors have open and shut, but the obligations has not been cancel.