Checkmate
Who taught you that there were lines you cannot bend?
Boxes meant to keep you in place.
Plateaus you cannot climb and valleys you should not cross.
Depths you will never reach and places you do not belong.
No child. I very much disagree.
In fact, you were meant for a time such as this.
You were meant for now!
Inside of you is the voice of many generations, pushing and pulling….
Willing you to thrive.
Step out of their shadows and remove their binds.
You are the warrior they always longed for.
Their song and their spirit.
The west setting moon reflected on the sea, guiding their way to freedom.
Love, you are the very thing they dreamed!
You, coloring outside of the lines and laughing in the rain.
Inch by inch, erasing the lashes of time.
Swaying against the current, plighting against the grain.
Finding your own path and refusing every name.
Yes, you are the very sum of THEIR will to survive.
So be you! Perfectly you…..
Unapologetically, beautifully, bountifully you.
Royal in certainty and most certainly royalty, draped in the tears of a hundred- thousand spirits strong.
Be free, my child and be you.
Whatever form it takes.
Even if only for them….
Be you!
Mixdwithchaos
8/30/20
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About the Creator
Lee York
Lee York is an Indianapolis based writer who has a passion for creating, empowering and inspiring Black Womxn through literary art.
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