If My Warrior Pose Could Talk

Brown and bendy,

With passion swirling through my sternum,

I express myself through Vinyasas.

Highlighting my love into intricate shapes, observe my countenance.

My Auburn skin stands out in this sacred room,

I’m a rare breed here but still, my presence is respected.

Brown and bendy,

I’m the Moonchild, speaking in Ujjayi, Hatha, and Kundalini.

I’ve got Kemetic energy dancing in my palms,

Nature’s hues swirl around me like, Pocahontas’s autumn leaves.

I bloom like a lotus within these comfort zones,

Manifesting ashes into beauty,

each pose becomes second skin, a part of me.

I’m a flexible rainbow radiating promise.

Brown and bendy,

I am a result of my mother’s technicolor prayers,

May I continue to bend, without breaking anything but generational curses.

If My Warrior Pose Could Talk

By Chri'Auna Brown