“WombMan” Poetry By: Afi
That thing that makes mountains seem as tall as the heavens yet powerful enough to move. The spark that has the potential to change the world. A word. A sound. We are Inspiration. Vibrating in the frequency of life. Dance to the rhythm of our original land. Moving and grooving in our Divine Feminine. Sing. Sing so soulfully the ancestors are now our choir. Echoing from the unseen reality into this space. Blessed. Healed. Powerful. Window into her world. Her Soul. Radiant, Ancient, Infinite, Strong. The blue print of all creation. Her Voice. Delicately loud. Powerful. Her Essence sublime. Bends the fabric of all that is. No ending.. Pause... Can I be transparent. Last year I almost ran out of time. It was a fight to be here. Nervous Breakdown Mama stage 4 cancer caring for her with all I have. Daddy stroke learning to walk & talk again Sister friend gone. I lost my baby on the bathroom floor staring at the remnants of a broken love in my tub. I screamed to creator, 30
