You learn to love yourself and to embrace every different aspect of your body... your temple
"Be quiet...stay in the back"
While your sisters stay in the front singing hymns but you couldn't even shout not one verse or mama would get unsettled
Growing up afraid to speak in class cause everyone might laugh
"what is she talking about?"
Not knowing how to protrude my voice
Not knowing how to interpret what was in my mind and convert them into words
Eventually I spoke
I spoke fiercely I spoke with confidence so that they would understand
...Mother
Look how your flower bloomed mom
Look how the vase you shattered continued to sprout mommy
Look how the flower you refused to water developed ma
The earth knew I was a gift
That's why it provided me the source I needed to grow, to excel,
to shine
Its a shame child bearer that you couldn't see the seed you thought was inadequate , brown and old end up being the strongest flower in your victory garden
The earth continues to nurture me and I continue to grow
