Lost (in Thought)
Tag: self
“Artist” by Name
I am an artist
Of various mediums,
I stake my claim.
Long denied myself the title,
Without profession or degree,
But artist needs no authority,
I just am,
And so I will be,
I will write with paint,
And pen my portraiture,
I am an artist,
It is the creative force alone
That controls me,
Where it sends me,
I am yet to know,
There muses sing,
My hands work feverishly,
Between word and visual art,
The paper is my stage,
And this art is my ballet.
Centering Soul
Keep me at center,
Where I may be pulled evenly,
Joined by outstretched hands,
By others who see me,
Others who will come to know
The me I am coming to be,
Who will help nurture,
The spiral traveling,
The soul at center,
To center;
Centered.
Claiming Space
Decolonizing Me
Pick apart my nurtured nature
Relearn through the eyes of the wise;
Eyes of those here before,
With ancestries stretching back,
Across the Iberian,
To find a self not clothed
In stolen skins,
To find a self not privileged in another’s pain,
To find beneath the layers
A decolonized me
Fear and Control
It’s the little things,
That go outside my control,
That I fear the most
She of Letters 