Children of the Sun's Umbrella

uplifting our souls,

worthy more than our lands’ stolen gold

I hold dear each valuable Sun-touched life,

mending, broken, stolen, divided, down trodden….

I’ll always fight

I hold you withIn,  my loves…

story by tale, heart by heart, tear by tear,

each One, your hearts, I bear

with a fist full of A Love Story untold…

of A people… Ohhh too deep to hold… down

we will ever-elevate to Our true states

my sun souls…we must no longer wait

we will no longer quietly endure unjust hate

we rise to The Originals

the truth of OurSelves, seeing reality for Her wealth

Of you- Black Wombman, Black Man…Our Sun Children

We must stand

do seek always… to truly understand… OurStory

I share our antediluvian pains…

the years of unconscious & deliberate hatred that still rains

…continue to control your stance

into Our minds the true ‘sins’ did land

sprouting untruths… that we are less because of the blessings our skin,

in the minds are where these remnants remain,

continuing to try & break down relentless souls that cannot be chained,

trying to crack us once & for all,

trying to make invisible strength inherited, but we will not fall

I share our sadness

…..& Still! ….

our laughter births an incomprehensible joy,

holding an unquenchable knowing,

a fire that’s always burned…

bestowing mesmerizing shades of darkness’s….

Yes! ...we were portrayed in a bootleg show of negative nothings!

& it’s undeniable the power we clench, through it all…

reflecting Our lights that do & will ever glow an eternal endurance,

illuminating beyond it all!!

overcoming separations, after obstacles, through losses, after unjust denials

of lives, of loves…of Our rightful freedom to ‘Be’

We are Worthy!

We are The Beauty of Life,

The Rainbow of The Sun’s Umbrella,

ever-seek my loves…our ancient inner strength,

which guides us through it All again & again…

….intentionally & Mami Earth given parched lands

We can stand On…

because we are The Children of the Sun

© 3/7/13 LeTisha.Woods

No Mate or Soul Mate

work the place from withIn My Spirit,

fingering each scar with a new love note,

creating arias, that float throughout Us

& exist in unknown tongues….

Pluck My desires, with Your wing’s tip,

sending Your ancient vibrations,

as I sip Your Soul’s water,

trying not to gulp….

savoring the taste of satisfaction….

of each moment,

of the first sup of truth….

Fill My cup, til it overfloweth

of My endearment for You,

as we bathe in our affection,

immersed in midnight melodies,

reflecting of star-hearts longed seeking….

The Soul Mate’s breaths of life….

KingHusband- QueenWife

OneNess….

Blow me the kiss I can’t miss,

as I inhale Your exhalation….Your gifts

As You exhale Me, I inhale You,

and You swallow the core of My love,

which all others have missed and dismissed,

landing smack dab on the pucker of My lips,

still moistened of Your Soul’s Water,

quenching My thirst….

Wrap Me in the fold of Your sheet’s-work,

as an everlasting art….

one that conquers  & continues to grow,

entrusted & treasured with the best of Your Masterpieces,

of reciprocating love…..

…as I do Love….

from every row and space of love’s music staff,

from every stroke of the pencil,

which pours Our Souls, from withIn,

from the depths of The Sea of Lovers,

holding many unfound fractured hearts

of treasures that some seek,

yet float over, for gluttonies

of just reaping the benefits of Her treasure box,

trying to break the soul, by shattering the locks

of the scarred and lost loving Ones….

grasping and tearing, with veiled visions,

with no value of the beauty possessed….

….the prize of the found,

but seeing fortunes in cash and ass,

tearing open chest’s contents,

placing scars over keloids….

Mother Earth…..

SheGoddess of the Universe….

Allow not One to cross the path of My Soul

with any more negative intent,

conscious or non….

Else knowledge of Love’s core lies withIn,

Else they suffer Your Great Wrath,

I possess the strength and power to stand

I release It!

Creatress of Love….

Only Soul to Soul Vibrations can touch my Inner Being….

A Lover of Love,

Respecter of Souls…Of Her Being,

sending flutters from withIn

of Truth,

causing heart fluctuations without touching….

leaving space between the lines

only for the Real….

I’ll live life knowing My Soul,

with no mate,

before living it with anyone other ….

than The Soul’s Mate.

© 10/30/12 LeTisha.Woods

hisStory

long before “we” were born

we were lost in visions of unilateral beautalities…

& we are…

ere “our” time,

theirStory blanketed ours,

their truth had been bought, taught, published…..it was

and so it was digested…it was learned;

we’re living it…each of Our life’s times’ now,

as our elders lived each of theirs’

& She’s tried to present Her place…

Truth

& we continue to leave Her homeless…

going on suffering our inner wars,

having belly- toils, pain laced hearts & sick scars…

trying to cypher internal confusions brewing,

wondering why we had to sit perfectly still….for hours at stoves,

scalps sizzling, like Nana’s beef stewing,

chemical straighteners to look someone’s “norm”,

attempting & attaining unbent coils,

to appear like the acceptable, trying to outrun the eyes of our storms,

increased internal & external damages,

at any cost…. We did… We do…,

as if our birth crowns are sins…,

having stomached the sayings of “the presenters….of their truths”

we lost all adoration of Self,

“No love of Me”

Our torment…“pretty” by their standards,

not by individual true rights,

…by the measures inoculated in black souls,

completely blinding Our sight

bind-ed

not only by slave owners & masters of straight hair and blue eyes,

*got that- straight, not straightened*

But, by the comfort-ability of Ourselves!

….accepting deplorable value, by those of no higher measure,

fighting not for the beauty, the power, the love within,

the strength of ancient, of all times, where there’s no need to pretend.

Now, some seeking & conquering Our reality,

finding lost truths & connecting roots,

do so, only to have condemnation & judgment

thrown at our self-enlightenment,

from our own blood.

denial of the never-known,

of OurHistory,

knowledge of Self & Self-love,

that which was never lost to us,

but never known to us;

pain inherited…. Impregnated…

unconsciously, anciently severe…

none has chosen to be…

to be “them”, to be “you”, to be “me”

to be “us”

……we were gifted…Blessed!

yet, never embracing or conquering old fears,

nor hurt, pain, or confusion….the tears,

…the internal enslavement of Our souls for years!

it’s time to fight the oppression ….time to fend!

to break the cycles of mental & intimate slavery! Time to send…

the message:  they “thought” they were free,

& then so did we…. now we see…

…..the time is at hand.

…free on the paper and soul shackled,

externally disguised & internally confined,

fronting the part of someone else’s lie…

Confounded.

refusing to stand for freedom, to love Your Natural Beauty…

God created.

Yet afraid to demand…

to awaken in peace, In the color of your own skins,

In the puffiness of your strands, The curves of your stance,

In the erotic-luptuousness of your lips, The fullness of your hips,

The strength inherited!!

The way You were created!!

Created to remain in the image of Our production!!

….the images of our perfect, brilliant reproductions.

why must we alter us to fit the diseased minds?  …

whose mental states, refuse them the capabilities of vision,

of the beauty in uniqueness, but instead created divisions…

It’s because we’ve contracted the disease

But there is a cure...

Its name is Awaken.

Awaken from your slumber.

Recognize the spell we’ve been under.

“Such beautiful full coils, just pin it up right there…Cute.  ...skins dark and smooth….”

“You looking so good & fine my black man….You love this song too! Let’s groove”.

…..as she walked away from the mirror.

Look into the mirror.

….Into Yourself

Know Yourself.

We were created The Image of Beauty, as it exists at all.

Recognize what’s going on around us, knock down your walls.

OurStory is diminishing,

being completely replaced by hisStory

know yourself and the truth of yourStory.

© LeTisha.Bowie 8/3/12