prolific soul

it's unnecessary to find or uncover, this overflowing current is spilling over,
inhaling earth's aromas, I'm fertilized with infinite words,
increasing knowledge, soul herbs, a dash of pain, pure love,
some laughter, pinches of perplexity.... much pleasure
the blood of today's revelation-
as dirt's tossed to & fro, trying to cover me,
Eye inhale Her freshness, for She Is Me,
implanting my feet in what they consider debris,
shaking the sprinkles from atop shoulders & bosom,
assisting firmly grounded ancient feet.
See...these are the same of my ancestors,
who were bore for battle, sturdy roots, we still stand together.....
wombs, souls & bodies for life's unpredictable measures,
lacerations gifted, antediluvian healed still,
taking the power of shed blood, nurturing Our Mother Earth,
which they continue trying to kill
Eye don't dwell, where closed minds set me to rot

Allow your Soul's Ears to hear me,
Eye may be in 'this' location, the destination my 'body' began,
but Eye lift me higher & higher from fertile ground,
soul rooted, sprouting everyday, against storms,
stronger Eye stand
Ignorance bears strong winds against my wings,
but Eye brace (Ea)Urth & soul soar,
with nutrients from withIn, blowin seeds into worlds,
over yards, miles, lands & oceans, seeds of resilience,
because we were created to bounce back,
our minds have been hacked, gotta get that back,
back against the storms,
we dance, we jump, we sing in the rain & wind!
Knockin boulders back!
Aggghh!!! growin....standin like the Great Boabab,
listen.....my Soul's whistling
& She beats an Afrikan drumbeat 24/7,
because it was born In Me,
the invisible... Eye hear, Eye feel …..
Eye no longer suppress- If they don't get Me...
fuck the belittling, along with the rest,
hmph... I'll only give pardon for the sensitive folks,
not that Eye care, cuz Eye'm gon flow like Eye flow,
sometime frustration & anger got their own flow....
stared at & questioned for being who Eye Am,
What Eye see & how Eye feel,
…....that not only is Ancient Power being manifested,
the 'Truth' is being revealed,
Eye carry My Ancient power,
my seeds of inclination like Eye breathe,
because Eye Am Love, Eye am unity,
the ReBirthing of the truth in Souls is Me,
remembrance of the beaten, the killed, raped, the sold,
seeking to capture & love the awakening hidden,
my soul connects with my family everywhere,
without the working of my mind,
so fuck who rebuts me, get the hell behind

they're missed in this turmoil-ed world,
because of those who pretend to fight for the same,
doing the same, blinded by the game,
the politically correct quotas,
praying for deliverance from the capturer,
all in one same breathe holding to the demon for very life,
too thirsty for the lil permitted gain
to conceive they only get, as far as permitted,
climbing a borrowed man's ladder, using a skyscraper on loan,
than building Your Own stolen brother...nation...Home
Eye ain't playin! Eye meditate, internally radiating,
wearing my emotions & passion so strong,
I never knew, until a few, who have love for me told me so,
Eye smiled....Eye love.....
& serious looks are but a deep reflection of It, from withIn,
I could never explain, I carry It so strong, it's hard to erase some days,
coming from a place that never stops speaking, never stops thinking,
never stops implanting, therefore sometimes, stops sleeping.....

much of a minut portion of my soul...
my mold....it's what I give I've been told,
and yet the words in my mind still flow....
but I'll end this one here...
My Prolific Soul

© LeTisha.W. Bowie 8/18/13

Eye Am Alive

stirring from many nights of sleepless turmoil,

her heavy tear-stained eyes slowly elevated & troubled heart stilled,

she inhaled…. with the knowing of another day’s breath of life,

& exhaled with the fearful possibility of hope

rising….she methodically walks, as her mind is surpassed with thoughts…

realizing that She does have “a pot ta piss in”

& at least “a windah ta throw it out”,

drawing promise from Her soul,

because it is Here, where there’s the only presence of light!!

recognizing the wooden planks beneath Her

that may not sparkle with marble or fancy stones,

yet, “Her” Earth doesn’t peer up & through, at her,

as when she was a child,

& each step caused shifts…

smiling through its cracks, down there, waiting to catch the lil’ girl

“Her” floor’s strength, without fancied enchantments,

“does” hold Her…it holds

holds warmth from the wintry weather ….

holds coolness during summery seasons….

& holds reminders of childhood memories,

reminding Her, that these days could be worse,

today she knows she must go on

anxiety tends to dominant Her Spirit & Soul,

& her mind says, “Just give it up; there’s nothing else you can do.”….

“You can’t give...you can’t even buy what your family needs from you….”

it doesn’t matter what She tries……She just doesn’t seem to have the glue

to hold these masses of matters together,

with everything She does and all that She’s tried,

with all the heart She gives…She always falls short…

then one of many,

a young man tells Her His Story…awakening Her

to some facts known, but easily overseen by life’s loads

rousing Her Soul…

She does have a home and family…

…..at least today…

which He’s never had,

and she knows she must continue toward Her destiny,

she knows she must go on

after walking the rain, to shed tears unseen,

summoning strength incessantly, from ever & always,

meditating, praying, reflecting, being….

uplifting is all She knows to do

working, supporting, standing in the gap….

is what She was raised to do,

Being, Doing, Inspiring, Speaking is all Eye Am

 ….it is Me

Trying, Persevering is all Eye can do.

to Be the best of Me…

Even though it’s won me no medals…

won me no fame…

it’s given Me Me…

it is all that is left of Me,

after giving MySelf, for the lives of everyone else,

to be trampled, like the overlooked beauty of fall leaves;

now, Eye’m asked to give this up

again, when it’s what’s saved me before,

from the very same life’s struggles,

the struggles?

 Is that what Eye’m giving me up to defend?

the ones that never end?

time to put your children first?

“My” Miracles! They have never been anything but,

since I birthed!!”

there are many days I go on, because they’re here!

days for “mama’s” time are rare. ….

you’ve given & taken from me here,

all at one time….

the pain is inexplicable,

as I endure questions with no answers, over & over again…

I walk away once more,

living with your peculiar replays in my brain…out on a limb…

My words?  My art?

My words & My art hold me here!

these are My “only” pieces of peace!

your opinions allow no room for the cares of My heart’s purpose…

the purpose of My being,

the purpose my mind can still cling to sanity, 

now I know why you don’t care to hear the things I express,

it’s not because you don’t understand,

it’s not because you can’t relate,

but, because you feel your sacrifices should also be mine

you don’t care to know, nor do you care to feel

that these are the reflections of your days, my days, her days, his days,

our hells, our heavens, our smiles, our joys,

shone from within the stories in my way…

our pleasures, our pains, our pits, our graves, our resurrections!

our steel ladders and uprising,

lunging us from the tombs of life

Eye’m still accepting this expression of “your” love…

in Your way, because it is yours…

you again, give me words,

and Eye thank you for them… still.

Eye thank you for throwing dirt on my grave, unknowingly;

because today I still rose…

& it is still fresh, as Eye take whiffs of earth’s aroma,

as Eye, “again”, dig my way out,

still lightly & freshly covered, taking my walk;

dusting myself off, lighting an incense,

Eye begin to proofread “Eye Am Alive”

….Eye love you for you appraisal

your criticism, in my disapproval…..

today is another day, Eye’ve engaged in life’s battle,

Eye fight to go on, for My own dreams;

for a change, for a chance,

as Eye show my children how to fight for theirs.

as Eye look at my headboard fall apart, Eye smile.

working an honest Goddess’ work day every day,

Eye look at my bills overflowing onto the floor & I smile;

because Eye have a bed, and I have a floor,

as long as Eye work,

as long as Eye work to live, whatever my choice of work may be;

as long as Eye’m the example of engaging in life’s war, for The Soul’s Dreams;

as long as Eye’m the example of engaging in the battle of life, for The Soul’s Destiny,

Eye’m alive.

Eye thank you for the revelation.

I will write on.

Eye Am alive.

©8/10/12 LeTisha.Woods.Bowie