I Am.

After searching for inspiration for my writings...I've finally found it. In a line by Charles Hamilton from the song "Speak No Louder" he said somethng that inspired me. I've heard this song a billion times, figuratively speaking, but this morning the line struck a chord that's been sitting unmoved for some time.

I Am

I am her; an image of Him. I am "us".

I'm a product of my environment, of them.

I am never a victim.

Stronger than ever. Stronger than yesterday. I am Strength.

I'm a voice.

A body that curves like a coke bottle.

A face that displays an exact replica of the man I call Daddy.

A spirit unbroken. A soul never folding, but also conflicted.

I am a mixture of Earth, Water, and Fire; white and red blood cells.

I am a mind that never resides in a cell.

I am a woman.

I'm a Black "sistah" with the blood of enslaved ancestors running through my veins.

I am a set of eyes that pour heavy rains.

I am who I am; myself.

I...am a poet.