Re-imagining myself as a writer, by grace, I am alive. Writing the script of my life -sifting through warm, dark, soil. Tending to the lumps that shape pages, where I’ve been, where I’m headed, how I’m still changing.
On the morning of discover,
I am the afro-haired girl
with friends of freedom,
we are soulmates,
in good company, we are miracles of change,
aggrandized gold, sprouting through the cracks
bountiful seedlings, dancing across the Alantic,
arising, gas-lighting stars bursting with higher thinking
bursting outside, with ladders of forgiveness.
kindness is our resource,
love is, its native power
hope is our brother
wisdom is our Mother
riding on the wings of the Cardinal