Woman

Woman I have always been
I’ve crossed the invisible chasm
From little girl, pretty skin
To Beautiful, Strong Black Woman

Invisible it may be
But the journey has not been pain free
As full breast bloom from tiny shoots
And hair is processed at the roots.
With full hips of Mother Earth Round possess
Where thick thighs conceal my unveiled God Bless
I struggle to comprehend
The emotion and cycle-of-me demands.
From hapless childhood land
To adult, lover, Mother…
Woman.

Deborah
17/09/04