Flawless is born in my thighs
that stretch wide and thick
and rest peacefully like African Mountains on an abundant coast.
time has carved purple escarpments along their ridges
Lines in the flowing motion of growth
They are raised,
tilted, acute mounds to the soft glow of sun, alert to the head of the wind
and wise to weight and soreness and womanhoods wet pains and joys
They are my hieroglyphics
Lines that drip like plum juice
Like black nectar
Dye the hue of night, infused with time and its blossoming springs.
Flawless in that the brown hair atop my head is never fully straight
The coil and kink is dampened by chemicals which I do not regret
But I am too lazy to dance the difficult two-step of kemptness.
So I furl them up into buns
Thick, bushy, unwelcoming
Yet clean and about like a robin nest’s curve.
Flawless sums up my being
Not because I am without error
But because I am completed by my maladies
There is no beauty in them-
In my selfishness
My uncombed head.
Only genuine grit,
Reality and altruism.
Because without these things I am a liar
Untrue and dishonest to the World of God
Axis bent only because my own weight bears upon it
My feet trod beneath it,
My heart rests in it.
My weight, my heart, my feet…My uncombed head.
They make me more myself than my name and their syllables
They make me recognizable to black eyes warped in a smudged looking glass
I look into my stretch marked skin and I have no choice but to grin,
To wail with laughter that whistles through tight lungs and squeezed bladders.
Because realization is sweet
And how good it is to be home.
Home inside this marred skin bathed in coconut soap.
Inside this bushy head with a mind distracted, dysfunctional, and painfully nostalgic.
Let me snuggle close to warmth of my flaw’s hearth
For they keep me warm and ward away the chill of doubt.
Yes, this, this is flawless.
It is serenity in the sacred being,
Malleable, born an infant to my palms,
Suckling on the teet of confidence and desire.
Delightful as the flutter of a moth’s wing
Fat as a baby’s cheek in its form
And just as tender in its touch.