Animate reflection with flesh the color of cinnamon
And thighs spread wide like the Mediterranean Sea
Breasts like boulders
Hanging low like the head of my sorrows
Backside rolling in like tides
Making waves as I gyrate my hips to and fro.
Marks embroidered into my skin
Etching stories of transformation
Abnormal abomination in the eyes of those wishing to box me in.
Deceived by societal lies
They envy the self-love that makes me live out loud
But I continue to my trek of self-redemption haughty and proud
For the eyes looking back through this reflection
Once scorned and thrashed just as they do.
But I am born anew
Voluptuous anomaly wearing crowns and jewels like the world is mine
Rising from milky seas through heartache, blood and divine time
Honey pouring from my center
Sweet River flowing like Mama Oshun.
So what if the mirror started talking to me
This luminous portal a seeing glass to every blemish
I am the mirror
Looking back through eyes much like my own
And I say, “Magnificent”
A vision of reconciliation
A vision no longer my enemy.
Akasha Oshun is a traveling freelance writer and blogger hailing from the “Windy City” of Chicago. She’s a hedonistic Goddess and holistic health enthusiast who’s passionate about educating women and young girls on how to be more connected to mind, body, and spirit and hopes to be a catalyst for helping others transform every area of their life and be their most authentic self.