tea

a woman so defiantly herself 

can be threatening

to know she does not need anything of you

only herself

can be frightening

head held high

eyes of fury

she faces the world

unapologetically

her hair her crown

her poise illuminating

her skin like silk

the clothes hanging on her effortless body

mesmerizing

the tapestry that is her soul

enchanting

she is who she is to be

the light makeup enhancing her natural features

brightening her spirit

slick cheek bones

her aura is bewildering

prayed up 

sage burning

she closes her eyes and finds her way

she opens them and leads the way

she leaves nothing but light energy wherever she goes

and i’m in dismay

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