The Essence of Me

Unpainted toes, earth-tones, and rainbows
a momma’s stare, her coiled hair blows
in the wind…Progression in its most humble form…
She’s weathered the storm.
Emerging to witness her own essence
to some it doesn’t make sense
that she can see through rose colored glasses accompanied by incense.
And now that the smoke has cleared,
moments of peace, love, and laughter have appeared.
She prays, and close she stays, sustained and understands
sweet mists of grace followed by inspiration from above
She carries a heart filled with a “Big Love”
and a tall order to heal and grow…sometimes its slow
but the lessons from being “Open” during her return,
have been learned.
Creating enterprise in “good” faith…as it should be
While present in this blessed moment of her journey
This is the essence of Me(amya).

My Mother's Inspiration

I grew up listening to the smooth sounds of Sade
My mother reminded of those songs
Beautiful and strong
Smooth and sweet …
Not backing down from any challenge she had to meet
With her daughters tucked under her mighty wing
It was a colorful ride, she was a warrior, wore a crown, and when she spoke
Words of wisdom painted the picture, she is a visionary, woke
Transforming, creating, and shaping
Divine nature that is only suitable for a king
Flawless black skin two shades too dark
For the south so they said… censor her mouth!
Because she was and is the truth
And because she would allow me to be free
To realize, recognize, and spiritualize my existence
It would mean that I could follow my destiny
No matter what the world thinks of me
Mother, mother earth, the epitome of woman, black woman
You are my mother and my inspiration, I love you.