Stillness
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This poem is a reflection of a conversation between me and the Universe. A prayer that consists of me desiring liberation; liberating into the woman I am called to be. No surrounding thing: no material thing, “title”, invigorating activity can ever replace the desires placed in my heart. So I ask to be freed to…
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I rise this morning recalling a reocurring scene in a myriad of settings from my childhood: My mother would prop me on a tower of large cushiony pillows placed between her legs as she combed through, parted and brushed my thick, spongy hair into a style using products that would have it laid. I would…