25 September, 2009

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.

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