An evening shower often begins
with a conversation
between myself and my body.
I turn on the music;
a comforting melody that sets the tone for this dialogue
I caress my left arm with my right hand.
"Why can't I be thinner?
Why can't I be lighter?"
My skin hears me and whispers,
"Though you are not thin, you are full.
I hold the muscles that allow you to articulate and move.
Who told you that your darkness was not as beautiful or as powerful as the light?
You come from generations of spirits that fought for their darkness
and fought for its freedom."
I look at it and begin to weep
and a tear drop falls,
rolling down the volume of my tummy
Wiping the tear, I reply
"Thank you for reminding me of my inherent beauty.
I am sorry that I do not recognize how much you do for me,
I am sorry for the verbal abuse that both myself and the world have spewed at you,
I am sorry to not have been your protector,
But
I pause
and cradle my chest
wrapping my arms tightly around myself
"I am here now.
I am here."
A poem about learning to love myself as a black womxn.