The Resurrection of the VooDoo Child! Welcome Back Welcome Back Wel-come BACK!

This is not a poem---I dont know what one might call it...

One day recently
I saw someone with liquid brown eyes.
Round and proper, I saw them Searching.
I stared into those pools of forever
and wondered what they looked like closed in sleep or in love.

Those big brown eyes
set in a deep brown face
framing a nose from the past of the Dark Continent.
Remembrances of its bright brilliance
and shining bodies is evident in the deep irises of those eyes.

What would have made these eyes hate that face?
I ran through a pool of my own suffering
and emerged from the other end of that pool, stripped naked
--a bundle of raw emotion ready to learn,
my skin was loose and eager to dress those well earned battle wounds.

My head was bare and bald.
My muscles were smooth and new.
I walked to the edge of this pool
as the waves of hurt
lapped at my thighs and licked at my hips.

I ran my fingers along the tips
and remembered every assault and affront and heartache.
But instead of weeping I smiled.
My breath was steady and strong,
my cloudy head was clearing, my body looked new on the outside.

In another life I might have been fine with that status quo
but you see, My mind had evolved.
I needed for the outside to match the inside
and so another Genesis begins.
One to build a sound body (not to mention an ass you could bounce a quarter off of...that's right! I went there...)

The funny thing is that the most recent time anyone saw me in my Goddess skin,
they worshiped me soundly and uhm I do mean soundly.
I was "already perfection" to this cat
and so my interest in rebuilding my temple has little to do with my subjects...
who grow in number daily.

I cant believe that I had avoided this.
That I shunned this vision and fled these emotions.
This day is the day that starts MY day.
I am the VooDoo child, the wild woman, the hell raiser.
I am the conjure woman at the edge of town between here and there. I am heaven and the nightmare.

All encompassing.
Ever evolving.
Forever loving.
I am yours,
you are mine and we are ours.

I am the real deal,
the trouble maker,
the one momma warned you about,
the one your daddy cant take his eyes off of....
I'm back, I black and I am trouble.

This was for all my fellow Voodoo Children of the Great (God)dess... We dont always come in peace but when we do come the change does you good!
That's all for now friends, be safe and be true. Karma's got your address...