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[Sometimes] I Speak

Creative Director/Set Design: Amarachi Ukachu, Photographer: DeVonte Williford (@raresightingphotography)


I’d gotten so used to being silenced, that I sometimes silence myself. I’d gotten so used to silencing myself, that sometimes I forget to speak up when I’m violated.

“What will they think of me?”
“How will they receive this?”
“Will I be seen as the difficult, angry black woman AGAIN?”

Conditioned thoughts I have to mute so that I can build up enough courage to say “I’M NOT OKAY WITH THIS.”

Sometimes I forget the sound of my own voice. Some words have to be sucked through my teeth. Sometimes I forget how powerful my words can be...

I’ve gotten so used to blocking myself, that sometimes I allow others to block me. Someone once told me “If you speak, they will listen.” They will listen...THEY WILL LISTEN...SPEAK.

Don’t let them silence you. Don’t let you silence yourself.

Growing & Glowing

Turtleneck & Skirt: Forever 21, Boots: J. Crew, Photography by: Jeremy St. Romain (Ig: @popejpaul )

“…Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.”

To start is to be done.

I am who I’ve become.

Another cycle around the sun.

Again, I have begun…

Seed to root,

Flesh of fruit,

My rind shields lies

and seeming untruths.

Body sacred,

Thoughts naked,

Controlled exposure,

Full disclosure.

Energy matched,

Emotions latched,

Relationships discerned,

Attention earned.

Beam light from within…

To end is to begin,

To lose is to win,

To be is to have already been.

Old patterns corrected,

Courage tested,

Opportunities manifested,

Future invested,

Spirit rested,

Home nested.

Glowing and growing.

Doing and pursuing.

Living the life that’s best for ME.

Becoming who I was meant to be.

To start is to be done.

I am who I’ve become

Another cycle around the sun

Again, I have begun…

- C. M. Hamilton

Fall Back

Shirt & Jeans: Madewell, Photographed by Me.

Fall back to spring forward
Losing my mind, to find peace
Losing my heart, to find love
Losing my relative, to find family

Falling back without a net
Springing forward without direction
No map for this route
Free-flowing guidance by the grace of my spirit


Craving for me to live
Waiting for me to let go
Granting me permission to fall...

Fine Line

Photography by Clint Blane, Pantsuit by West London Boutique

 

I am but a group of lengthy lines

Extending from one end to another,

From top to bottom,

One point to the other,

My lines are fine...

 

My body is but a stroke of my maker's genius.

Sketched with extension and full intention.

Drawn so beautifully imperfect,

With soft shadows and harsh highlights.

Contouring the pain and the glory.

  My lines look fine...

 

You may find my lines bold and sharp,

 Or maybe staggered and dashed.

They may be pulled every which way.

Or tightly wound and spun around me.

They may be stretched or strained,

But my lines...they stay fine...

 

Sometimes my lines move gracefully.

Swaying softly to melodies of the Universe.

Swindling around in pirouettes,

Perfectly posed and poised.

Strikingly statuesque

My lines...

 

They are sensual, they are strong, they run everlastingly.

They intermingle, they untwist, they are elastic.

They bend, they curve, they intertwine. 

My lines are FINE.