Mocha complexioned girl, with intuition beyond her years.
Struggles rooted in the ancestry of her blood.
The rhythm of song and dance living in the marrow of her bones.
Far before she knew how to walk.
Words formed in her mind, before she could talk.
She was alive in more ways than one.
Chakra, the earth’s spirit flowing like water lilies down the curve of her sultry body, line.
Intertwined like vines on aged structures. Demolished. Broken. Bind.
The fight that Mother Nature won.
Recreated and reborn every morning slightly after dawn. A miracle and a blessing it is.
That she dwells in her and her light is now mine and we are one, one divine human being.