I carry a universe in my body

I carry a universe in my body…
The waves of my hair remind me of the sea–
wild and untamed.
The color of my skin is the color of soil
And my legs and arms are branches
yielding fruits of labor
from where I’ve been
to the lives I’ve hopefully touched.

I carry a universe in my body…
hidden beneath insecurities
and suppressed by lies of the world
saying “your hair should be straight
to be beautiful,
your skin should be white
and your arms and legs should be
a certain length”

But no! I carry a universe in my body!
My hair can be wavy and still be beautiful
My skin brown and just as praiseworthy
as the white-skinned
and my arms and legs maybe short
but they’re just as gorgeous!

I carry a universe in my body
I’ll go on again and again
to remind myself that,
just as I am, I am lovely!


The Lost Queen

Who is this woman, crowned in green?
Crying blue, tears unseen…
I want to hug her on her throne
~desolute and worn.

You cannot judge her with her smile
Seductive, beguiling for a while
But when you linger, you’ll see
She’s just as damaged as you and me.

Who is this woman, catching eyes
Painting her bland life with sweet lies
She woes the angels with her songs
Looking for a place where she belongs

If you meet her, please bring her home
If you know her, kindly remind her,
for she doesn’t know who she is.