THOUGHTS ON A PHOTOGRAPH

I have been working on my personal black identity lately. The focus of my effort is centered on my personal definition of what type black woman I have evolved into.


This is a continuous process of self revelation and renewed love. A set of mental rituals that remove those notions that do not honest reflect how I think now.


I have an unseen self-image. No mirror can provide the clarity of myself like my minds eye can. In that image I am still flawed but my beauty is visible. Shaded in colors that come from the earth's palate.


There is nothing wrong with the texture of my hair or the shape of my nose, lips, breasts or hips.  I am fine just as I am. If you are a true lover of beauty then mine will not be obscured in your sight.


Look at me when I am in my splendor and beautiful is the only way that I can described.