a. adenike phillips
to bloom is an act of defiance
-After Lucille Clifton & Gwendolyn Brooks
a cottony-white show, defiance fisted
& unfurled, who made you queen
of this meadow? crown sown
in this maze of seed, stalk, stem
& flower. this storied place spirals
& sprouts, layers of wonder drenched
in emerald, goldenrod, white, blood
red & blue. audacity displayed in every
corner bright & bursting forth,
with the promise of freedom but who
decodes the truth of it? behind you stands
a foreboding dark country, yet every day
you decide to glisten & stretch, something
essential deposited inside you has
decided to thrive, though constantly tried
& bullied by storms drenching down to
your roots, attempted to kill
you by drowning, your eyes tell me
you have waded in this water before &
resisted its winds, today it has
ferocious, judicial force but failed
to uproot your purpose, stay grounded
here, mounded & upright, do not
wilt when the light licks your leaves
conduct your blooming in the noise
& whip of the whirlwind, let your
seasons be brilliance despite brutalities,
perform this rite seen or unseen
celebrated or uncelebrated you are plenty
of woman, perennial & furious flower
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Note: Italicized text is from The Second Sermon on the Warpland by Gwendolyn Brooks