Oasis

I adored the beach, 

Which became my oasis when lonely thoughts plagued my mind. 

 

Juice from the mangoes I’d pick dripped from my full lips as I bathed in the clear waters, and the afternoon sun. 

 

Sweet sounds of Erykah Badu’s singing voice filled my ears as I wrote poetry in the sand; my secrets I kept hidden away from the world. 

 

The sea mist blew on my face and my breasts, as if I were being kissed by the goddess Yemaya, herself.

 

My melanin turned into a beautiful representation of the sun, and the love I believe it to have for me.

 

 The ocean was the full azure spectrum, and the sand felt heavenly on my feet. These moments were ones to cherish, especially for a girl like me.

 

For me, a deserted island is but a dream. Access to fresh vegetation, no societal pressures, beautiful scenery and the utmost freedom to be myself. 

 

Freedom is all I would need. 

 

Freedom to love myself,

 

Freedom to feel bliss,

 

Freedom of anything that would threaten my authenticity. 

 

All I need is my freedom.