Can You Imagine Me?
Would it be possible for you to see all of me? Value all of me. Value me. Who I am. That which God has made me to be. I walk into it every day. I am a woman. I am a Black woman. I am an American. I am . . . I carry the blood within me from my ancestors who are Chickasaw and Choctaw . . . people. I am a mother. I am a writer. I am an artist. I am a wife. I am a daughter. I am 50. I am an employee. I am an activist. I am a child of God. I am a Christian. I am me. Wholly me . . . I want you to recognize me. It is a weary space that I sit between where you refuse to acknowledge me and being me. I want to be me. Wholly me. All of me. I can’t let you stop me. But you do at times. But I must go on . . . Please move me into your sight. Realize who I am. Recognize me. See me. I am the one that God has defined me to be and I live within the me. I am pleased with me. Let me take you on journeys, showcasing you the whole of me. God placed me here as a unique entity for others to experience . . . for me to experience what you are to be. See all of me. Value me. Let me be . . . me . . .
