The Way She Made Me Feel

I found myself in the words she wrote
I saw myself in her revelations
I read about my past in her art
I saw my future in her musings
The way she made me feel
She made me feel things

The struggles of a black woman
The fight to self, to love self
To be herself, myself.
The warpath she blazed against misogyny
The quiet steady trail she paved to love
She made me feel things
Deep things

Her rant against God
How can I believe in a God, who doesn’t believe in me?
The fight to believe, a bloodbath for her faith
I saw me in her
I saw her in me
We are one
The things she made me feel
Deep things

She carved out my soul
She told the world our story
Held it up as a light for our sisters to follow
This dark, dreary road
Why? I wonder…

Her fight for the love of a man
She lost the battles; will she win the war?
She craves love, longs to be held
Yet she fights, she tires me
Settle down THEY whisper
You’ll be easier to love
She fights, I fight!

Come she beacons
Follow me she whispers
To where? To what end?
Even she does not know
She’s made me feel things
Burning, passionate, alive
She made me feel deeps things
The way she made me feel
I was dead inside, she woke me
With the way she made me feel?
I love her now

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