In this daily grand unveiling Between mirror and man, I present as goddess, mortal, and woman.
More invulnerable than I would like The woman is choked out, Voice stolen in the awakening of Constant responsibility, And the duty of the service to others.
In this moment, both bare and naked, I embrace the most excellent now. I see me as I wished I could When girldom and life we before me. I seize and reclaim all that is me and you In the legacy of all whom are female And woman to follow, To be resilent and thankful.
From my crown, I see hair of Radiance— Free and authentic as lion’s wool. Indicative of the she-warriors before me, And to be descended from me.
Eyes as clear as summer blues And regal and brown as earth, Housing passion, hot and molten As moved by the whims of God Himself To Gaia in love and justice.
Skin as luminous as clear moons, To the luxe shades of ebony alabaster. Because you see, I too am And am made by sacred fire.
I stretch hands, open and warm Towards sunshine, surrendering to All the day will wield and hold. I remember the strengths of Them that bore and shaped me. Proud of my blood—beyond family. Sharing wisdom beyond years And years lost.
Those forces both male and female Whom have poured into my Mortal divine, Have given ear to unapologetic secrets That make girl-women invincible In times proven to try our souls.
I house, we house courage limitless When none are left, But we who see and defend Them, too, whom bare the Weight which is accustomed To the bold-believing to effect change.
I am she. She are we.
In this light, in this place Before one but my Creator, Whether in locker rooms, offices, Beaches or quiet nights, I can at last admire His complete Handiwork.
The deft of the skill of A sovereign power, that I be made oracle, over this life Given, without hesitation, Chose to live.
I am a vessel divinely written And breathed that exudes Joy and hope unspeakable. The creative power of the Almighty is infused in every Sway of hip, slight of hand, Full use of tongues and dialect I seek and speak.
The worthy harmony of my voice, Our voices, together remind the world Of the tenacious beauty harnessed In the presence of the impossible. These things hidden in my, our, souls.
I am more than breasts, And curve of hip, plump with oh’s and ah’s. I am more than the hunted and unconquerable pussy.
I will not be stifled by boxes Meant for those without truth. I am human, I am present And I will not fade away. My voice, my sound, as echo Is joined with heavenly choruses From my belly that sing in Ancient tongues, fit and fluent.
Ancestoral wisdom I greet In my reflection, reminding me Of all that is priceless to those That listen to the whispers of The aged: IMANI (faith) KUJICHAGULIA (self-determination)
I embrace the non-smootheness, Thickness of my thighs, How they gape, tough or rub, As they end and become calves, That attach to feet, Fearless as thunder.
I am aware of curses sent by Conjurers of this world, Conspiring to weave a shroud Around the path of whom I will be, in favor of the steady seducing of Whom it is easier to become.
I embrace that sentient Autonomy that has made me Unstoppable as water. I own all that has been owed to me, To be able to transcend this Shell that the soul inhabits And let go of all weight and waiting.
Such vulnerable, soft dignity To live life embracing scars from Wars future and past—capable, compassionate. Yet, I smile, still beautiful, with Healing presence offered to those Found weary along street corners, Bar stools, and the Jericho road Fallen among thieves.
It takes a survivor, to know a survivor.
After I have imbibed perseverance, After earnestly suffering awhile, I can breathe deep and easy, as naturalists do. When the new, fresh journey is set before them. The world outside is home, Carpe diem it’s theme.
Now, peace for the life after, For now, always now, I can awake, and look at whom I always was, to whom I will become And know I matter. Know I am special. Know I am engraced and equipped to journey. I know to this world, I belong.
(This piece is written for the First Cycle of The Awakenings Project in 2017 by its artist.)