To love me is like making history
You taste the minerals on my skin
If I let you in
There's joy and laughter
There's crying after
I am the breathes between sex
The exhales between Heaven and hell colliding
I am everyone I confide in
Soft like soil
Gritty like gravel
Warm like tea
Bite like wine
But still smooth
I take what I give
I am what I feel
I am she
Not girl
Her
Him and I are together
Like marriage
We divide and conquer
I am dominant
Over my domain
But feminine just the same
To see me
Is to see God
To feel me is to feel God
To curse me is to curse God
I am handwritten
Cursive
To study me
Is to study hieroglyphics
To bathe in my Sun
You must thrive off my moon
Both OYA and OSHUN.
written by Cierra Lione, She's Curious and I Wonder, 2020.
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