

Photo Credit: @Xolileslense Xolile’s Lense
Writer: Natiive Gcithima
I see woman
I see hell
I see God
The kind of woman whose aura yields suffering
I see woman
The woman whose resilience outweighs circumstance
I see woman
Love
History
I see life
Death
Hate
I see pain
Woman
The future
The type of woman who steadies time with a book
Captures struggle in a bottle
And keeps hope frozen in a cup
I see laughter
I see evil
I see Lucifer
And I see the messiah.
The kind of god who puts herself between a bullet and her child
The kind of god that puts herself in the deepest waters,
For love,
Even when she cannot swim
A god that never settles
A god that never compromises the ones she loves.
I see woman
I see tears
Courage.
Multiplied centuries of silence
Murder
Sweat
Celestial Supremacy
Rape
Oppression
Tears
Harassment
Blood
I see woman
I see a divinity . . .
In greyscale.
I see strength
I see scars
I see insecurity
Imperfection and perfection
The type that makes you shift the focus just in case your vision’s blurred
I see woman
I see beauty
The collection of pretty that flows through gold funnels
And empties itself in oceans
A beauty that gets you on your knees and introduces to heaven
A love that is salvation
A beauty that looks you in the eye and insists that you to forgive yourself
A beauty that deafens
Soothes Awakens
Makes you drop dead
– Gorgeous.
A beauty that drips
Drizzles
Rains
Pours
Floods
Within you
In you,
I see woman
I see God,
My mother
And the generations of women whose shoes she ran in.
The queens who kings were made and groomed from!
I see patience
Humility
Kindness
UBUNTU
Wrath
Anger you can’t redeem yourself from
But also,
I see mercy
A thousand years of war
Unsung hymns
And unanswered prayers
In You,
I see woman
I see us
Myself
God
And them.
Blog: The Natiive Says