This Beautiful Storm

I was born empty broken and torn

Unbeknownst to me my destiny was somewhat written

By my ancestors woes and scorn

Passed down to me was the hurt and exclusion of a plain black woman

Yes I was born in a storm.

 Surrounded by questions black as my skin

Rejected by the people that DNA had placed to be my kin

My heritage was a storm.

I was taught to re assimilate my look so I could fit in

Switch up my talk so I could get in

Frown at my coils and opt for the straight in

Agree with everyone just so I could stay in

Yes I know a storm because I was born in it

Empty and cold, dejected from myself

I searched the darkness

But answers never came

I became the darkness

And yet I was still in the midst of the storm

I had become the eye

Destruction, torment and pain was I

Anger became my joy

And pain my comfort.

I yearned to escape the storm

So I prayed with no answer

I buckled down with no anchor

I looked to friends

But they couldn’t withstand the wind

And just as I was born

I was alone in the storm

And then I saw it

An anchor in my storm

An anchor of strength deep in my heart

And with my minds realization

My self made creator given anchor

Began to play its part..

I took what I needed from the storm of which I was born

And as the fear subsided

I began to build a Me that was unchallanged

Everything I needed was just the debris of the storm

And my boat awaited to sail away

I came as the storm but sailed away

As the universe.