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Then, you are not.

You are light and joy and wind, blowing across the Earth in gusts of happiness and lifting spirits with your cool breezes.
You color the world in blues and purples and pinks, filling the sky with sunset promises of brighter days to come.
You are tomorrow.
And looking forward to another day is a pastime you inspire, because what is the point of passing time, if you are not in it?
You are future.
Are gone.
And light turns to dark, joy into sorrow– in your absence, the World is still.
And the sky brings forth rain, mixing with salty rivers.
We stand uncovered, awash in universal tears.
You are yesterday.
And returning to light and joy and cool breezes is necessary, because what is the point of inhabiting space, if you are not in it?

You are remembered.

Ain’t I A Woman?

Thoughts on receiving an abnormal pap and waiting for biopsy results.

Sojourner, I feel your words.
is womanhood only in my womb?
Is femininity defined only by my ability to bring life?
lately, I’ve been thinking twice
what if my body is a tomb

if I am like infertile ground, unable to bear fruit,
ain’t I a woman?

If no seed will ever take root…
ain’t I a woman?

Suddenly I am aware of my 27 years
3 years from 30
My mind is trying to calm the fears
That only one heart will ever beat within me
That I will never have a biological copy

If I never suffer labor pains,
ain’t I a woman?

If no child will carry on my name,
ain’t I a woman?