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“The Seasons”


 

                   My life is paradoxical

                                                 

                                              It consists of orders and ambiguity

                                    

                                           My mind and ambition are laser-focused

 

                                          My presence and heart reside sporadically



 

                              I am an amiable soul that channels connectivity and presence

 

                                                    I have experienced lifetimes

                                         

                                          Here or there, I am living in my purpose

 

                        My thoughts reside over the blue bodies of water and around the block

 

My surroundings alter, but my identity remains


 

                                                          I am a black girl

 

                                              Born in the south with no hometown

 

                                I have always wondered how it feels to truly belong to a place

 

                                          No place to say I was born and raised

 

                                Yet I proclaim belonging wherever I lay my head


 

            I desire to heal, I am a healer

                   

                                        I am the marginalized hearts and minds

 

                                     Before and after me, and despite differences

 

                                                      I see myself  in them

 

                                               From the city to the country

 

                                      From the U.S. to overseas, people need healers

 

                                                       Healers need people



 

                                                     I am a sense of solace

 

                             I am disconnected to norms, yet conscious of my surroundings

 

                                            My heart will always radiate warmth

 

                                                          My passion is fire

 

                                                    It is the igniter of change


 

                                 I want to know how everything works in harmony

 

                                             Through uncertainty, to clarity

 

                                    Through being a lonely yet gravitational soul

 

                             

                                    I am the world and its people culminated into one

                              

                               A girl from the South that has been seasoned by the world

 

                                                 I  am here for a greater cause

 

                                                       The seasons of life

 

                                                              Autumn

 

 

 

 


 

 

                                          

 

                                                    



 

 

                                  

 
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