Mother’s Daughter

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MOTHERS DAUGHTER
You are beautiful like your mother
Dark skin polished with shea, black locks reaching the arch of your back
Wide eyes, warm and welcoming
ample bosom bidding her loves to take rest
Your person
Intimidating 
Yet you have the allure of gold
Calm spirit, wild fire 
Vulnerable yet concealed 
Shaped like your mother
Strong spined woman 
You grew a firmer backbone when lifes weights got heavy
And seasoned your tongue since life took away the innocence 
Hard hands from the grind
Call it adaptation 

You are strong like your mother 
The sweat beads from your forehead landing at your feet
From your toils
Don’t give up child
You are a force
Those scales around your heart were grown from the lessons 
They are part of your story
They make you who you are
Some say are aloof, uncatchable, unfathomable 
They can’t take hold of you. 
They can only see you going 
Don’t look back child
The only reason should be to make sure they were watching 

You are formed like your mother
Her substance is in you
Unrelenting 
Unbending
Yearning 
Not for what a mere man promises with a symbols of unfading love
But for something deeper, something worthier 
A hunger for self
To taste the prowess, be filled with your dominance 
Breathe in your woman, don’t ever be ashamed of it
What kind of greatness can be unearthed from her innermost being?
Embrace your femininity 
With no form of fear, with all inhibitions withered
You are a force child
Don’t ever forget 
You are your mothers daughter 

23/07/15
Owiredua

Obscura


Take a minute and reflect,
Rays of light refracted,
Diffused evenly over a surface,
White.
Observe a minute of noise,
Sixty seconds of chaotic orderliness,
A backwash of perfect sense.
Sound.

What if the lie was hidden in the light?
Blanketed,
What if all we can see is darkness,
And the purity of the children of the night.

Shade of white,
Tint of black,
Not a hue or value,
Gray.

What do you really stand for?
Why does light cast shadows,
Who are you?
And what if truth is lie?

© Sena Kodjokuma 2015