Very young, we knew that we were different.
Our body told us
and continues to remind us.
The lesson- is to listen when your body speaks.
The body speaks through many forms.
In sounds or music, she speaks.
Her sounds, musical conversations, remind us of the yellowness of the Chicago Summer Sun.
How soft a color can be,
and its importance to the world around us.
A delicate reflection of light illuminating from one world to another.
Yellow.
How beauteous a reflection turned color
sends me the warm reminders of the Divinity within me.
Thank you, Creator and Ancestors, for persevering and allowing me to stand on your shoulders to be able to witness and experience life
here on Earth
through colors.
About the Creator
Goddess Ses
Womanist. Multifaceted. Creator.
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