A Good Day to Be Alive

Your truth stirs mine. 

Between meetings this week 

with the women and sisters 

in my community, 

I found my self once again 

Stalking Truth 

through the archives 

of colonial obfuscated text 

written by patriarchal men 

I in search for lingering traces 

of my matrilineal relations, 

bought and sold into slavery and servitude, 

attempting to heal and reveal 

the blood stained memories 

of who and when the She's 

who are directly related to me 

were murdered without reason...

huddled trying to hide in the tall toolies, 

or in our homes...

this is the war within, 

I ask to come to an end. 

Do not pity, romanticize or forget me. 

For I will cry 

the sweet rivers 

and salty oceans 

into existence again, 

for I am made of the Alchemy of Creation. 

In the warp and weave 

in the seen and unseen

all my relations in timeless union 

with the Dance that sets me free

to midwife prayers for Beauty Way 

and future generations

I know our Mother Earth will birth again 

for I am winyan. 

Today is a good day to be alive.