A benediction for the loud, the tired, the silenced, the scarred. I see you. 🩶
This poem is from my first poetry collection, Let There Be Thought. It is available as an eBook, wherever eBooks are sold! Physical copies available August 4th.


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A benediction for the loud, the tired, the silenced, the scarred. I see you. 🩶
This poem is from my first poetry collection, Let There Be Thought. It is available as an eBook, wherever eBooks are sold! Physical copies available August 4th.
From Numb to Fire: My Self-Love & Sexual Rebirth — Part I
I didn’t always feel powerful. I didn’t always feel sexy. There was a time I didn’t feel anything at all.
After I gave birth, I sank into postpartum depression so deep it swallowed every spark in me. I was a mother, yes—but I felt like a ghost of the woman I used to be. My body wasn’t mine. My mind wasn’t either. And my libido? Gone. Like it never existed. I remember staring at myself in the mirror and not recognizing the woman looking back.
But even in the darkest months, something small and stubborn stayed alive. A flicker. A whisper. A promise that I hadn’t vanished—I was just buried.
And then one day—almost a year ago—I downloaded this silly little interactive story app. MeChat. (Not sponsored, don’t worry, babe 😏) And fuck, it wasn’t the app that changed me. It was what it reminded me of. That I still wanted. That I still felt. That somewhere, buried under diapers and survival mode and guilt and exhaustion, there was a fire that hadn’t gone out.
It was the first spark. And Seraphine? She rose from that flame. 💋🔥
I’m so sick of these people judging me for MY feelings, for MY experiences, for MY god chosen path…
I’m sick and tired of these people telling me what I feel is wrong or right! Or if my pain or wound is valid. That is not your right to decide, when it’s not your experience, your wound, your destiny, your lesson.
I’m tired of these people allowing themselves talking about me, without even knowing me.. without knowing nothing of me than projected stories or their own projection…
I’m tired of suppressing my anger to not be demonized as not enlightened enough or 3d.. or what ever images you created of me or diagnoses you use to try to understand something you can’t understand…
Please… just care about your own damn self.. there should be enough to discover ….
Black Joy is revolutionary. #LadySpeech #LadySpeechSankofa #Message #Ancestors #SacredRage #DearBlackPeople #WiseWords https://www.instagram.com/p/CN8SM3plkuO/?igshid=16fp8zgx0hfp9
Gods be with me; this bitch testing my patience.
{Sacred Rage} .:.Bringing what I feel to the stage, to be witnessed, to bring out the anger in you, run it through me and alchemize it into layers of meaning. Deeper understanding, lessons learned; sacred rage transforming our lives.:. • MAY 28TH-30TH >>>SheWolf<<< Will debut a multimedia production exploring the Wild Woman archetype at the Den Theatre! Come to witness as we reveal our stories! 💥 #audworld #shewolfdance #sacredrage #shewolf #rootsandwingsdance #andrewbird (at Livity Chicago)
Been thinking a lot about sacred rage. About the kindness of fire. About leaning into grief. I’ve been thinking a lot about everyone I know who knows the feeling of winded grace, and keeps running towards and towards and towards, and never away.
Andrea Gibson, Poet and Activist