You were beautiful before they told you

You were beautiful before they told you.
Before they molded you into the temple of their becomings.
All you see now is a price on your soul.
But please take a moment to realize,
that the broken pieces are not a mess.
And as the sun falls into meditation;
as it makes intercourse with the moon,
translating the words pressed over your heart,
into a melody we never thought to listen to-
You should hold tight to the webs of faith set before you.

You were beautiful before they told you.
Your blackness is a narrative few will choose to understand.
It is not an apology nor a monologue.
The beauty of your kinks and locks in conversation with the curve of your breast,
Requires a special appreciation.
So do not despair,
when you are sold below the price of beauty,
on a market which places perfection as a necessity.

You were beautiful before they told you.
You are not an idea nor a single thought but rather a discourse of many colors.
I could tell you this until the end of time.
But do you see it?
You must resist the desire to desist from breaking free.
These chains that print self-loathing over the bridges of your ancestry,
Have blinded you.
And now the shadows in your eyes,
make it impossible-
for you to feel the sunshine,
dancing under the soles of your feet.

Beautiful Black Shadow

I am the whispers between the arch of the backless gown,
The beautiful black shadow that lingers
in the deserted alleyways.
I am the apartheid of femininity
the war on women,
and the voice shouting above the train.
I bow to your order,
Shedding myself as I go along.
Bringing gifts of silence to my matrimony of selves,
Holding within, thoughts of flight, of dreams, of hope.
I am the many who drift along the edges of this globe,
gliding over the circumference of existence,
trading in goods of sexual prowess and the need
to be loved.
Within myself, I see mirrors of who was, who is and-
who could never be.
I pay homage to the black sisters who wish themselves yellow,
Who pray chemicals over their kinky crowns,
who lift thighs high in salute to an identity
they have been thrusted.
I am the whispers, the prayers, the moans.
I am without but yet somewhere I am within.
Somewhere within, I am the beautiful black shadow that talks-
in the background.

The women underwater

I speak for
The women underwater.
Those who have not drowned
But have adopted the art of sinking
Beneath.
Beneath themselves
And
Below the world.
They stand like unmoved pillars.
Waiting with no expectation.
Who are these women?
They that navigate the dark ocean depths,
with the familiarity of a well known story.

I speak for
The women who have studied the art of invisibility
and apologize their identities,
over their spread legs and wetness.
Who have learnt guilt to be synonymous with happiness.
They lurk between themselves
and around concrete walls.
Holding their breath
and wishing drops of joy
to fall above them.
On their way to nowhere,
They move silently.
These are the women underwater.

Unlocking Facets

I wish you would allow yourself to see me,
For all that I am.
I am the prayers of many who now lie still, the pains of a woman whose dreams she has washed and cried away.
I am the joy of transformation, the new age.
Can’t you see?
I live and love for many.
The tears cried before the beginning ripple in my heart.
If only you could fathom this, accepting the many facets that could make me yours.
These facets I cannot reject nor refuse, for they make me all you see.
All I ask is that you let your mind comprehend the possibilities of the beauty this could create.
Cease from closing your mind to this beauty and just let it be beautiful.
Unlock these facets and love me whole.

Unlocking Facets

I wish you would allow yourself to see me,

For all that I am.

I am the prayers of many who now lie still, the pains of a woman whose dreams she has washed and cried away.

I am the joy of transformation, the new age.

Can’t you see? 

I live and love for many.

The tears cried before the beginning ripple in my heart. 

If only you could fathom this, accepting the many facets that could make me yours.

These facets I cannot reject nor refuse, for they make me all you see.

All I ask is that you let your mind comprehend the possibilities of the beauty this could create.

Cease from closing your mind to this beauty and just let it be beautiful.

Unlock these facets and love me whole.