My body is a temple,
My body is a vessel of light,
My body is a portal,
My body is power,
My body is knowledge.
Asé
Needless to say- I didn't always feel this way. There was a time in my life where I had no idea who I was or who I wanted to be. There was a time in my life that I felt like my own body didn't belong to me. I spent years repeating cycles because I was too busy looking for a safe space outside myself. It takes time to bring deep things home and center. Trauma runs in the DNA but it can also be healed with time and patience.
My time spent on this earth has made me analyze: Things that I thought I was vs learning who I truly am. Growing up was real; I was exposed to ways of how a woman should be by means of sexually objectifying my body, seeking approval from family and friends, and learning to be content with with how things are instead of how they could be. I even placed my life in the hands of beings that truly had no care for my honest wellbeing. It's history when I think about it in retrospect- Doomed to repeat itself if proper awareness isn't applied. I have always been aware of the history of not only a woman but a black woman... in America. Sadly, Women of African decent were paraded around like erotic objects due to the fullness of their figure. Black women were used as as human lab rats without anesthesia for the break thru in ob/gyn break throughs we use to this day. Sadly this type of treatment is perpetuated in the media. There is a saying: "There is nothing new under the sun." Black women bodies are still objectified and exploited. The same display cases are now display cages recycled by the media. Black women are still being neglected when it comes to the medical system and receiving proper treatment and disease prevention.
For a moment I didn't think there was any place to be safe, to be vulnerable and free. My voice seemed stifled. I know cruel things about the world- How could I learn to love myself in a reality that seems rooted and hell bent on loving me and hating me at the same? I honesty had to take time to know myself and the history of what it means to live in the skin I am in and the women that knows the pain of being black not only in America but on this globe of existence. It takes lots of affirmations of self love, self care and support from peers and women who have felt and lived the same reality.
I created this piece as a symbol- The red flower is the symbol of the root chakra. I had to learn to ground and anchor myself into what it truly means to embrace all aspects of being a woman...especially dealing with the labels and outside distortions of being a black woman. I, like many others, have had to learn to celebrate myself in a world that refuses to accept the light that I bring. The legs represent all that is to offer while standing in power of divine feminine nature. The snake represents knowledge: It is green and blue with hints of yellow showcasing the heart chakra- It is learning to love and accept self in a world that tries to tell lies that we shouldn't. Blue to represent the voice that is yet to speak its truth, yellow because the will and need to speak is becoming hard to be contained. It is tied tightly around the neck to represent the knowledge that is known but is not spoken about the dark side of femininity. The background is yellow to represent the solar plexus and the will power to shine in the face of adversity. The orange is the sacral and true creation birthed by the divine feminine. And brown to represent the mother nature embedded in the all.
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