Bitter Sweets Nearing Beautiful

Bitter Sweets Nearing Beautiful

Father there’s so many

Words I want to say,

Many sleepless nights I pray

About each moment of my life

Impacted greatly, not having you

As an instrumental figure

In my life day by day,

How the loss of you

Heavy on my heart it weighs

I don’t want to sing

Another father less song

But I can feel the blues

Of heartache coming on strong

Another fairytale undone

Dead to me so early, too young

Visions of you blurred

Memories brief, breached

Jagged song verses hardly written

Sonata’s steeped,

In despondence are all I hum

Lacking memories of you

Confuse, my being

Shadows cast block

My ability in seeing

The validity of my healing

Myself,

My self-respect

Hard to recall or recollect

My beauty, being defined

And honored for what’s within

For these wolves in sheep clothing

Just want to take my purity

In Exchange

For the enjoyment of their sin

They know that you’re not around

No strong male presence

To be found

Tempts my thoughts, actions

Not to be sound

So they cast their illusions

All towards the making of a trick

Good ole papa slick

Says, “Come with me,

Don’t be bound, be free,

Let me stick, your rickety split

So you can feel again

“I know you’re numb

But you’ll forget the pain

Once you come,

With me.”

But in reality

You’ve just succumb

To another cycle,

Fallen idle

Fallen asleep

Stripped,

From the power of your innocence

Not awakened to your genius

To your majestic glory

To your quintessence

Your prowess virtue

Arise, out of the ashes

Oh frankincense and myrrh

Mend the broken pieces of her core

Rekindle, the unity between

You and her

Restore, the woman’s scent

The sweetness, which makes her

            Aroma

Savored and longed for

Rejuvenate, the essence

Of the princess persona

Adorn her again with

Emotion and vulnerability

To be safe and care free

Rebirth, the sacredness of her

           Womb

Where life originates

Where vital growth happens

To ensure safe human arrival

And prepares the soul for survival

Let her know that the absence of

The once, endeared,

Male physical hands

Of her father’s, uncle’s,

Grandfathers and brothers

Does not command

Or dictate the choices of her today’s

Nor, direct the events of her future

Oh my sisters, my mothers

My aunts, my grandmothers

We must stop the cycle

We must change the future today

With change in our actions

In our disposition

And the words we say

We are changed from being

Downtrodden femme fatale

Bitter and barely sweet

Into constant muses, goddesses

We’re lilies of the valley’s

Where roses and blossoms meet

And grow to know, their,

Invaluable incandescent worth

Beloveds,

I call to the winds

And to every corner

Of the earth

To disperse,

Fortitude

Shatter the poison

Of the historic cycles

And break the curse

Through declaration

In act and conversation

With celebration of her

Being placed back on her throne

And crowned, glorious,

Mother earth, producer of life

Sharla R. Kornegay | SBKArtWorks, Life In Color © 2010