JUBILANT FATHER
His face is like a sun, warms the moon beside him.
She´s grown full; tonight begins the waning.
The tide pulls through her very bones,
her form aches as each wave crests.
The earth pulse, heavy, blood warm within her
Beats new chords, old sun god chants.
"You are the first mother and the last,
all spring flesh has traveled through you."
Aztec plumed and gold beaded,
your priest kneels at the holy alter,
gathers each salt pearl shed, nectar for his sacrament.
You are the temple,
we pilgrims swept through the gates,
bent figures know the scent and petals of your presence,
spread our arms to harvest blossoms,
and your priest, sun struck, kneels beside you.
Free as the wind that blows through the trees, Active as the buzzing of the energetic bees, Wild as the flowers that grow in the field, But as calm as the deep blue sea
My smile is extra bright, And the love I give is just right, I'm so happy about my life, That my soul just shines, Even when life begins to taste like a sour lime,
I'm not your average young lady, Jewels, diamonds, and pearls are things I don't need, To love, respect and honor is my creed, So I'll always keep it real,
I am what I am Young, Black and Be-you-ti-full, I do the best I can, I will never change because I know me just being, is enough, I can only be me and that's all I will ever strive to be
