I am the deep blue-green-gray-purple of the ocean’s icy depths.
I am the burning red-orange-gold of the hottest molten flow.
I am the burbling laughter of an eternal spring.
I am shards of moonlight falling in a silent symphony.
I am the pain so fierce it makes your bones ache, blood freeze, and your nerves sing.
I am warmth and softness to hold you in the darkest parts of night.
I am the tree that bends during spring’s harsh wind-storms,
the rock upon which all is built,
and the ever-changing sea.
I am words and letter, paper and ink, knowledge and the unknown.
I am wooden shoes that klomp along on ancient cobblestone,
flowers that grow from the earth, stolen from the sea.
I am wild violins, bright living colors, and an unquenchable thirst for change.
I am sacred chants, tobacco offerings, and trails of long-shed tears.
I am those who were lost, those who were beaten, and those who were confined.
I am eyes who saw more death than I can bear,
hands who slaved for those who hated me,
hearts that broke with every step I took,
and spirits that refused to be confined.
I am and I am not – scarred, tortured, tread upon and forgotten.
I am and I am not – alive, exuberant, determined and free.
I am intelligent and dumb,
can see and yet am blind,
can feel but could not tell how I know I do.
I am too big for my skin,
too small for my soul.
I am a life-giver, a caretaker, a lover, a woman.
I am a poet, a dreamer, a philosopher, a human.
I am everything and nothing,
and all that’s in between.