The Black Woman I Am Poem by THEODORE MOSLEY

I was born for greatness but taken for pleasure without consulting my womb of life.

Singing in the cotton fields, I became gifted to maneuver life with songs of humility.

Taken for your entertainment, I was your desire in the dreams of the night of your unworthiness.

The black woman I am conquered the ritual of your masks that foretold your story in fate.

Forbearing the enchantment of your touches, my eyes whispered love in the distance.

Reaching for tomorrow, I withdrew in the cascade of wonderland and I found serenity.

As the flowers bloomed on the dew of the moon, my nature unlocked the maturity of time.

The black woman I am seared your movements with the mind of Queen Nefertiti.

Time has redesigned me and my plight is engraved in the stories of unearthed monuments.

Destined for the pinnacle of movements, I escaped the affairs of invisible freedom of your plans.

Facing the morbid dreams of destruction, I encounter the manuscript of your torments with history.

The black woman I am caressed illiteracy and it became my platform for diplomacy for justice.

Insatiable in the intellect of my mind, I signified my place of independence as I ignited upwards in life.

With perfection on my lips of calligraphy, the world greeted my entrance upon the shores of education.

Dissatisfied with dreams of higher learning, I created uncharted revelations of history within my walk.

The black woman I am caused excellence to be written upon the shoulders of my ancestors' spirit.

Fierce and calculating, my walk compelled heights of boardroom seats to encounter my wisdom.

Armed as a woman of color, the expansion of my diversity celebrated the victory of forbidden myths.

Containments of unfulfilled stories, the passion of my soul explodes into flames of victorious creations.

The black woman I am endured affliction only to let affliction endure me beyond seats of afflictions.

Carrying on the battle scars of slavery; my taskmaster educated me within his fears of teaching me.

Spiritually incarcerated, the edifice of my mind revealed the insight of my soul; heaven rained on me.

Dancing in the spirit of time, my soul lifted me upwards and the chains on my life surrendered me.

The black woman I am besought the cries from the graves and the tomb was open to my ears.

Striving for the eruptions of history, the blood stain cries of sojourning placed me on the hills of love.

Freedom danced with nature and the flowers of my smiles became the history of my womanhood.

Destined for praises, my song became the battle cry for the next generation to behold in the mirror of lies.

The black woman I am upholds the eternal black proclamation, say it loud I am black and I am proud.


Written by Theodore Mosley
March 5,2015