IDENTITY

I've elevated thinking

Awakened

Consciousness

Raised eyes to creator

Found the true me.

I expand to reach

Higher self

Ascending in galaxies

Unfolding the call of

Divine femininity.

I found the true me

I big brown eyes

Curves in hips

Full lips

Booty jiggles

Manifested melanin

In freckles

Kinks in curls

Love the skin

I am in…

Found me

Me in banned textbooks

Engraved on Egyptian walls

Hidden in Demi-Gods

Traces of eraser leave

Specks on blackboards.

Intertwined cosmic

On Vatican Walls

Flow with Ocean waves

Blows with wind breeze

Discovered me.

I whitewashed

Deleted in history

Erased in Scared text

Assassinated to prevent,

Revealing

The Nicean Creed.

Raped

Molested

Ethnic Cleansing

Gentrification

Permed hair

Narrowed wide nose

Bleached skin

Reconnect with me.

I sing “we shall overcome”

Because we are awakening.

Afrika is rising

Ancestors are speaking

Kings are leading

Queens are teaching

Children are reaching

Higher heights in history.

We found us.

We are building

Black love's uniting

Authors are scribing

Black

Is

Beautiful.

Our history revealing

itself.

Hidden Colors

Translucent through white walls.

“Brown skin's” back in.

Afro puffs increasing

Awareness rising

Drum calls

Synchronizing paths.

We found our true selves.

Heart beat in-sync

Love manifesting

Knowledge increasing

“Power to the people”

Is not just a chant

But a lifestyle.

Group Economic practiced

Parents are active

Teaching African centered

Curriculum.

Found Us.

Collectively agreeing

Differences aside

Unifying one tribe

We found each other.

Thus finding ourselves.

I raised my eyes and saw you.

My brother and Sister

I've found myself

In you

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Love Manifested

I thought it was you I was awaiting

Me with my bright eyes,

Head in the clouds,

Open to receive what you would give to me

I was ready to love.  

You. You with the strong stance and light behind eyes

That indicated you were not only alive but was thrivin

Determine to live against the grain as I.

I felt inspired to inspire you.

Saw myself come along side and thought we

Could do marvelous things.

I’d be your balance and you would be my strength

I’d scratch your back and you would

Apply peppermint oil to my dry scalp.

And I’d rub your bald head after a long difficult day.

You would be the rock that stabilized me.

Is it funny how I’d see you in my distant future?

And you couldn’t see me past today

How I was thinking of committing

And you wasn’t thinking anything.

Now here I’m left wondering if I’d just fantasized the whole thing.

Left replaying events wondering what I could’ve done differently.

Trying to learn from such a hard lesson.

Forcing myself not to give up,

And wiping each tear away.

I honestly remember when I’d tell myself

Bitch man up, don’t cry.

Not over a man.

How I’ve a grown? Right?

The pain I’m presently feeling is a sign

That I stayed open.

Willing to take a risk on love

Willing to give my inner being.

This, this is not a good bye love poem.

And how I wished to never do it again.

It the contrary

To welcome love again.

For fear is never your friend.

It’s a reminder to my future self

To be vulnerable

Willing to give.

And if pain should knock on your door again

It’s because you choose to live life

As it was truly intended.

You are love.

Love manifested

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I had begun to feel the beat of the drums

My feet became light as a feather

My heart beat was in sync

With the rhythm.

I had drifted into the motherland

The earth

One with me.

I was feeling myself

Granddaughter

Of Nana Yaa Anasantwaa  

Had found herself momentarily.

Free to soar.

Until I was buffeted with the lies of

How society sees me

Us

Black wombmen.

The things told me

How they perceived my

Sensuality.

Quickly as I found freedom

Captured

Chains holding

Me were

Thoughts of me.

Not in my own voice

But those of others

Who presumed to know me

As if they were my creator

You see.

I's heard things like,

why there’s an arch in your back?

Your hips sway too much!

Don’t let me forget

Your butt jiggles when you walk.

Inadvertently I had taken all those in

Changed the essence of me.

My captures ideologies,

Of what a good
Woman should be.

I didn’t even know I had stop being me

I'd claimed the identity of another.  

I professed the heart of a lioness

Prepared to devour

enemies.

Allowed them to cage

Me.

I found myself

In a box.

A concept I couldn’t fathom

Yet the reality was that in all my fighting

To remain true to me

I’d compromised

Not good.

Worst
Not knowing
I done it.

I’d found myself

Trapped

Not sure who I am

But wanting nothing more

Then to be my own kind

of beautiful.

To unapologically  

Be me.

I granddaughter

Of Nzinga Mbande

Will take captive

My thoughts

And stay

Beautiful
My way

With permission

From no one!

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