Mirrors
I spend countless hours on end
thinking about what it is to be black
what it is to be a woman
what it is to be human
what it is to be small
what it is to be a giant
and sometimes
if God is especially gracious
I will have some profound revelation
and then there are times like these
When I am drenched in the blood of life
Standing in the heart of war ready to battle
that I look around and the slate is wiped completely clean
and all that I thought I knew I didn't, I don't.
So right then,
with the bomb in my hand I understand that I am lost and I mean truly lost.
Fighting a world that is already in the midst of a turmoil all on its on,
that never had anything to do with me
and as I examine the plight of things
I see that my opponent is the mirror
and the only person I was ever fighting was
me
thinking about what it is to be black
what it is to be a woman
what it is to be human
what it is to be small
what it is to be a giant
and sometimes
if God is especially gracious
I will have some profound revelation
and then there are times like these
When I am drenched in the blood of life
Standing in the heart of war ready to battle
that I look around and the slate is wiped completely clean
and all that I thought I knew I didn't, I don't.
So right then,
with the bomb in my hand I understand that I am lost and I mean truly lost.
Fighting a world that is already in the midst of a turmoil all on its on,
that never had anything to do with me
and as I examine the plight of things
I see that my opponent is the mirror
and the only person I was ever fighting was
me
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