That day l rocked with common sense,
I stepped into culture,
Pressed my toes against the ground of mother land,
Like a vulture in discovery of its prey,
Indeed l had just found my nurture.
Adventure of maturity,
I even remembered ubuntu,
On the palms of my hands
Crossroads that lead me to
A smile of my mind.
I knew l had just liberated
My weapon of brightness.
My brown velvet skin
Glowed with new versions of sexy,
That day l spoke a different language,
I made signs understood by those
With ability to dream,
Anxiety to move above themselves,
With roots of afro hair growing from my skull,
I planted eye lenses on the eyes of those
That craved to create new theories to life.
I give shape to thoughts
Like my diverse curves draw a
New image of beauty.
That day my nostrils knew to release
Another puff of air.
I celebrated the new beginnings made
By endings of passive days.
The beauty that remained to be appreaciated.
That day l shall remember.