Poetry Friday

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I have Somnath to thank for this wonderful poem today. You may not have noticed it in the comments section after our scars tell our stories, so I thought it worth producing again here. The poem can be found at the Girl.Woman.Soul blog. I particularly like the way this poem echos what I wrote in yesterday’s post about warrior markings. Let me know what you think.

 Lumps and Scars

I’ve got lumps and I’ve got scars
and I’ve cried tears
and counted stars
and wished upon them
Seen them shooting across the sky while leaning against my love’s chest
and I’ve plucked flower petals with bated breath
with faith to move mountains, and hope that their outcome would lead to love

I’ve got scars and I’ve got lumps
and I’ve run races
skipped and jumped
suppressing grunts and gasps and grumbles
Holding it all together, watching my faith crumble into smaller-than-mustard seed remnants of innocence
but balancing it all in my hands, cupping it closely like water

I’m Hope’s daughter
and She reminds me that
these lumps and scars are warrior-markings
they make me beautiful
they are physical proof of my dutiful, diligent nature
that, when this part of me sleeps i can easily wake her
with my cry for freedom
my freedom song

I’ve come a long way, running through brick walls and scaling fences
pushing through brush, crawling through trenches
conditioning my muscles with this resistance
crying freedom in every instance where air fills my lungs

I’ve clung to this warrior identity
sustaining lumps and scars and cuts and bruises
holding mustard seeds and water in my hands
Because I know the Plan and I’m running after it
With all my strength

 – Kia Franklin –

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