from THE VERANDA
where spoken word artists, word warriors, and poets speak Light and Elevation into our communities, nations and Universe.

A New Day
Contributed by Nyasha Nyamapfene

my face is forward
head not bowed
I see, I smell, I taste
the new day
surrounding me loving me all over me
underneath my feet
holding me up
I can see now
the day is
new

I am coming forward
filled with everything
carrying nothing
arms free and stretched out wide
palms open
receiving

I am treasuring those things of old
but they no longer have their hold
I am kissing them one by one
weeping for each and letting them know
I am letting them go
you are mine, but you are old and I am now new

I look to my ankles and see my own skin
piled up in circles all around me
it is mine but not mine anymore
its colors seem foreign yet familiar
with blood and bruises and rips and tears
grafittied with all of my memories and fears
I laugh then i cry then step from it and fly

today I hear my own voice
coming from the inside
freedom whispers my name
only this time I say yes!
I am not afraid

today I make love to my freedom
exploring and tasting every inch
at long last we are one

Copyright 2005 by Nyasha Nyamapfene

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