Me, Myself, Personally…

I am,

the smile that stretches for

                        miles

                                    and

                                                miles

                                                            across my horizon.

                                    I am,

the sunshine that sings in a child's laughter.

I am,

the tear drops of the sea when the wind blew too hard

                                                                                                …. or just hard enough.

  I am,

the tHIGHs, hips and waist of Sarah Bartman, that my future children may stand on.

I am,

The cuts and bruises of my ancestors callused over with perseverance.

I am,

The paintbrush of Jean-Michel Basquiya, painted pained beauty with every stroke.

I am,

The spirit song of Yoruba, made manifest in my quest for openness and truth.

I am,

Oya, Oshun, Ellegua, Shango, Yamaya, Grandmama I feel your love.

I am,

The kundalini curly-qs on the top of my head.

I am,

The rainbow that reflects off of my skin.

I am,

Melanin, the pigment that seats me in the womb of mother Nubia.

I am,

the Swirling steam that rises from your morning coffee.

I am,

The creases that form around my mother's smile.

I am,

The mountains carved by my ancestor's plow.

I am,

The irregular heartbeat

                                     beat

                                           beat 

                                    in that jazz riff that flew from my fingertips to my bass guitar.

I am,

Me, Myself Personally…

I am,

Flawless.