Black waters stretch out before me -
God’s hands propelling them forward

She laps my feet...

I inhale her beauty
then exhale the pain of my reality

See, I stand before her
driven by pain

Hunched over toting burdens
to leave before her once again

And she understands
for she wrote me up one day
in a poem...

She articulated my circumstances
then painted me over
and from that day on

I was woman…

Perfected by my imperfections
I had taken on a new form

Yes, that was the day a poetess was born...

That day, I inched steadily forward
allowing those waters to wash me over -
to paint me anew
in the murky currents
of her poetic baptismal pool

I looked up to see the clouds
all at once begin to move
making way for the sun
to get a clearer view



The miracle of resurrection
had just begun
as my body was engulfed
in the depths of her

She washed over my face
ran through my hair
cleansed my eyes

My vision became clearer
and I saw everything
differently

A third eye was
bestowed upon me

An abstract gift
to give to the world...
I had a new tongue
with new notions to unfurl

Heaven shed tears of joy
into those darkened waters -
showering its blessing upon

the gathering
the miracle
the message

Ordaining me with
the ability to speak fluently
on paper

To turn heads and
change minds and
give insight to the blind

My entire being had been
renewed...

So now
I stand before you
a new woman

With my muse
and my pen

I will now begin to
scrawl out
these new testaments

God’s inspired words -
not mere regurgitations of man

So take heed...
listen
And understand

I’m on a mission…

** A new concept that just came to me over the weekend. Leave your thoughts please. **