Who I am, what I am, the magnitude of my being, he doesn’t even know it, they don’t get it. But is that enough reason for me not to comprehend it, I am the bearer and carrier of the gift, don’t I have an inkling? Can’t I sniff it? Isn’t some part sipping into my consciousness? Am I so clueless, so unaware, so unconscious to allow the trampling. Why will I join the tramplers? Why wouldn’t I protect myself? Why don’t I object? Why don’t I fight for that which is of value? When no one is around, why will I trample upon the preciousness that is me? Why am I docile and passive? In return I am rewarded with being called ‘gentle and nice’ as I allowed the magnificence of my essence to be trampled upon. Why must I chip off of myself for the affirmation and validation of another? Why must I be so needy and insecure? Why???
Why must I tip toe around the earth? Why must I walk with my hands clasped behind my back and my head bowed down? Why must I drop my gaze and avoid eye contact with the world? Why must my shoulder drop and I slop? Why must I dim my light? Why must I darken my space? Why must I be constricted and constrained?
As I blossom, unravel and reveal, they say I am different. Of course I am different for they have not encountered the real me, my light and my beauty shocks and blinds them and now they say ‘I am too much’, ‘I am proud’, ‘I am a grumpy old woman’, ‘I am a feminist’, ‘I don’t care’, ‘I am aloof’. What they can not comprehend, they must attack, insult, abuse, demonise and criminalise.
With consciousness and awareness, I carry the magnificence of my essence around, with integrity, diginity and courage I present me. With fairness, respect and consideration I relate, with humility I acknowledge the source of all I am but what I don’t do is undersell what I am, no more!
I don’t need to boast or flaunt, I am me, magnificent in every aspect. My essence is pure and true
Beautiful Ivory 