ALCHEMY

Hey Guys!

Today, I’ll be sharing a beautiful poetry piece by my very talented friend, Waksy. The first piece I’ll be sharing is about the magic of a woman. I hope you enjoy and if you’d like to see more of her work click here.

I have never seen such extraordinary magic

as a woman that weaves her suffering

into art.

A woman that has the heart

of a lion and the soul of

the ocean.

A woman clothed in the darkness of the night.

She is the Mother of my People.

Of your People.

Of our People.

The ancestors have preserved themselves

in the tightness of her curls

in the nooks and crannies of her ample flesh

in the dark red of her blood.

Her skin is a hiding place

of a history that they tried to erase.

Her skin is almost as old as Time Himself.

Her skin remembers, her skin is testimony.

The Ancestors protect her in spite of a world that insists on making an effort to destroy her.

She has survived

the blunt cruelty of her People’s history.

She is surviving

the current time.

She will survive

what is yet to arrive.

Deity.

 

Wakonyo A. Gachanja.

“She is clothed with strength and dignity and she laughs without fear of future.” Proverbs 31:25

Be Love and Be Light,

Michelle.