Reborn, Renewed, Reformed

The tears I've shed 

over the years have led

to the growth of my fears and then--

Blossoming. 

The Earth's womb hailed

a woman, whom unveiled,

embraces her African ascendants within,

and despite the decadance of her skin, 

will continue to fight with her sword of choice:

the pen, which has given her a voice.

She builds her kingdom on these words

making clear a line that has once been blurred,

making clear she has a voice that deserves to be heard

making her embrace the terrors she once deferred--

And she takes them, and makes them hers.

Renewal, rebirth, reform:

Spurred by the poetry she held onto through the storm.