I am not woman still healing
from scars,
from wars,
from lives,
I’m not yet ready to talk about.
I am not beautiful nor broken
I am not a poet trying to stitch together my mind in a way that makes sense...
I am not a doctor
I am not birthed as healer,
As nurturer
I am not the light,
The darkness.
I am not black woman who leads
Black woman who dances for hearts that are too afraid to beat a little unruly
I am not at all dripping lonely
Or mimicking the sun when morning comes again
I am not both enamored by life and saddened by it
I am not the lighthouse
The storm
The final destination
I am not everything you’ve ever wanted
I am not the woman who got away
I am not what you stole from you.
I am not waiting to be whole here.
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 12:13 PM UTC
I am not woman still healing
from scars,
from wars,
from lives,
I’m not yet ready to talk about.
I am not beautiful nor broken
I am not a poet trying to stitch together my mind in a way that makes sense...
I am not a doctor
I am not birthed as healer,
As nurturer
I am not the light,
The darkness.
I am not black woman who leads
Black woman who dances for hearts that are too afraid to beat a little unruly
I am not at all dripping lonely
Or mimicking the sun when morning comes again
I am not both enamored by life and saddened by it
I am not the lighthouse
The storm
The final destination
I am not everything you’ve ever wanted
I am not the woman who got away
I am not what you stole from you.
I am not waiting to be whole here.
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