Grounded to stay afloat,
walking in the shoes
that take me through
my days above water.
Anchored to swim tough,
a melanin boat
filled with pride and notions,
drifting like the free wind.
Rifting through
the blemished layers
my past skins flaked away
from my pigment.
No remnants
in the other side of the mirror,
only pillars of my self love
spitting the image of me now.
-Jg