when God spoke to the atoms that made me,
light arose from my skin,
energy shot like the wind,
and I became a masterpiece,
a product of His faith,
and He sheltered me until, "it is finished."
when I cried alone in my filthy rags,
ashamed of my disobedience,
I gazed upon His face,
the crisp edges of His appearance,
no jagged words fell from His mouth,
just a sly smile and a tender kiss,
sealing every crack I made beautifully,
I became His friend and His royal love.
when my mother named me,
hurting in pain, emotionally exhausted,
looking for a man to claim the seed,
blurred out vision, crowded mind,
broken seal without permission,
disturbed essence, brittle heart,
shattered pieces of love on the bed she refused to sleep in again, I knew,
God awakened me for her.
when I was born,
I was her inception, the breaking point,
storms and split seas, the bloody murder,
the threat to a nation who doesn't know me,
Genesis.
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POETRY: The Words Of Those Unheard
PoésieDive into the beauty of melanin, evaluating the DNA of our roots. Understand the importance of our complexion and the fight in our souls, god-given & handmade. Come into the mind of a black woman, it's crazy chile.
