Is it in the way light is absorbed by my skin and creation forms galaxies behind my irises.?
Or the way that all life comes from me?
Guided by the Mitochondrial Eve her blood flows through my bloodstream encouraging me in my pilgrimage.
God was a Black Woman,
But do you see Her in me.?
Black Girl Magic courses along my veins implanting on my soul waiting to be unleashed.
Spell bounding even while chained carrying the faith of King on our shoulders while nurturing our young as they hide behind our skirts. Hanging from our birthing hips they soon will learn the heady price of their melanin.
God is a Black Woman,
But do you see Her in me.?
Is that why you stripped me of my crown and perched it on your knee taunting me with all I used to be.?
Enslaving me in Christianity while painting My deities skin pale white with blue eyes and even having the audacity to rename Oshun the Virgin Mary.?
Sucking her lakes and rivers dry, filling them with false truths of our destiny.
Tales of a Man named Jesus who will hopefully make our skin pale like yours in order to reach a heaven that we already had but who so happens to share the same name of this Vessel..
Never the less we painted our chains over in gold and learned to dance with shackles on our feet, creating music amongst adversity.
God is a Black Woman,
Do you see Her in me?
In the way my hips sway or in the way the ground quakes as I stride a road over come with poverty and ridden in strife while
Creating poetry atop the canvas that is my life?
In the way history is read amongst the labyrinth of coils and kinks that is my hair.?
In the way that the scars from the heavy chains circle my ankles telling tales of past voyages.
Guided by the whispers on the wind I learned to breathe while Black while teaching my king to stand erect and never faulter.
How can you deny me of rightful place when I've overcome everything you've thrown at me.
God is a Black Woman.
Do you see Her in me.?
-Maryah Langston☺
