Golden.
A monumental time
For a monumental age.
No celebratory bang.
Not one for playing charades.
Just wrapped in love
Amongst the days delight.
Gratitude ever flowing
As my inner light shines bright.
No need to utter words
Because my actions speak loud.
The reflection I see daily
Is one that I am proud.
50 years of life
With twists and turns
And lessons learned.
Ready for what the Universe unfolds before me now.
Golden.
This deep color.
This mahogany brown.
Hue so lovely, so divine.
Beneath it, through the veins of glory,
Runs my history.
My story.
My place in this here world.
This mahogany brown.
Behold what was made.
With this shade, comes all of my kinks and curves
That Mother Africa proudly preserves.
This mahogany brown.
A shield of honor that I’ll always defend.
You emulate this deep, brown skin.
Yet, you never love the skin I’m in.
My Quiet Fire In A Busy City 