Mother's Daughter
Imagine - I am my mother's daughter
in spirit and action. Bold, ready to act,
remaining true to my own visions which are vast.
I am a magnet of happiness this means I wait
for no one to form my smile, to seek my type
of wild laughter that whistles through the gap
in my teeth. I am fearless in speaking my truth,
which is as lush, as ripe as golden fruits
that I wantonly, constantly feel with my hands
in various markets, at home, in the houses
of strangers, feeling the fullness, allowing
the juice to drip down my chin, unafraid
of seeming chaotic.
I am aware that others
have their truths, too, often unlike mine.
I respect that - know I am deserving of respect.
What is respect for me? It is me undressed
before a mirror - watching my naked skin
move - not setting obstacles that contradict
who and what I am.
I am unafraid of praise, of honour when it comes
to me on bedded knee or both feet standing tall.
I observe the myriad circumstances of my life and
others. I am a beacon of acceptance not
judgment, least I too am judged.
I am graceful in all things, I meditate
on the meaning of life - well into the early
hours - working towards the best
me I can be in the time I am given.
All things whet my appetite.
I sharpen my wisdom teeth on words,
on thoughts, I am living my life
in abundance - imagine.
By Elizabeth Uter
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