I am the product left after charcoal has been
stressed for long periods of time.
I am the tenderness of a kiss of the forehead and
sensuality of a kiss on the lips.
I am the result of many failed attempts of giving up,
where achievement was the only option left.
I am the growth of many flowers blossoming
after a harsh winter has passed.
I am the young girl once lost who found
her way to womanhood.
I am the blending of Beethoven and Picasso,
creating visual vibrating sonatas.
I am the creative soul fighting to break free
of societal constraints yearning to bust into thousands
of butterflies finally out of the chrysalis.
I am the soul unfurled, ready to embark on life’s
journey with no fear.
Photo by Vanessa M. DeCardenas
Poem by Naporje D. Washington