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Indomitable Woman

that badass Black Queen
fluttered across those keys,
matching the grooves of her
scars, the heart of her art
beaming at war

scaling buildings of thought,
mauling the gaul of contention,
shattering mirrors of sought
insecurities & indecision

skipping across the creamy
dusts of nebulas, tapping
the tips of her toes on
starry mists. Continue reading Indomitable Woman

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Undone.

Do not be afraid to come undone.  All of your ancestors await you at your dawn.  Even the ones who didn’t wish to be there.  Each cell.  Waiting for you to open.  To fall.  To become raw…  So that you may feel.  Supported.  My love…  You are so supported.  Your undoing is your salvation.  There’s a roof made of rain and sunshine.  Floors of solid gold.  The walls never strangle.  Doors are never closed.  Some remove their shoes at the threshold.  But never mind them…  You!  You must come completely.  Undone.  Of you…  They require more – a more clothed in nothing.  Nothing.  At all.  Hang your fear on shoulders that tote wings.  Lay your burdens in laps likened to crimson tides.  Rest your bloodied soles on lashed and leathered backs that have mended themselves.  Spread your aching body across the Atlantic.  They have been waiting to make a bridge.  Out of you.  Come.  And be made.  Whole.