Brown...is the color of my skin..she is me...i love her...though brown does not define me she is me and i am her...but separately we can be powerful.....brown is the color of my skin....though she does not define me...she is me and i am her--Kashiak
they keep her awake...plaguing her every thoughts...but she isnt angered by them...she opens her arms to them..cries for them..smiles at them..nutures them and hold them dear...but they keep her awake...because she knows they will grow old and she has to let them go...because they will leave her..they must..its a way of life...but for now..they keep her awake as she embraces them...hold them dear...loves them.....she calls them memories--kashiaknight
Up from the beautiful. Ashes of experience, the phoenix rises...where her feathers once were, now there is skin...brown as the dirt that nurtures the seed of life.. Arms wide open this phoenix no longer has the name..she is now the black woman...elegant and beautiful..exotic to behold. Her tears can healthe soul and shed for many but none for herself....watch this black woman..as she soars through struggle...falling down but rising like the phoenix she is..from the ashes of trial..sadness...disappointment...see this phoenix..in her human form..resilient..irresistible...a sight to behold..----by Kashia Knight
