Hi yall - I said I was going to start going into different mediums in my writing and these few months have been draining, but I did an ancestral reading yesterday by the wonderful JuJu Bae. Needless to say, my ancestors lovingly read me.
It is time to stand on business and say “I am a writer.”
The reality of this presidency was something that has been written for a while and folks tried to warn of the dangers we are in and well…we are in it. I was inspired and wrote this poem titled, “In Me.”
I hope you enjoy.
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In Me.
by Niccara Campbell
For my God didn’t give me the spirit of fear
And my ancestors didn’t endure for me not to be believe I could not
The pain, power, and the purpose that rushes through me
rushed through the Nova Scotia winds, to the canals of Louisiana, to the seas that connect us through Virginia to Maryland and to the vast prairies of the Texas dirt
I know through their struggles it has given me the freedom…
to feel
to dream
to break the chains that surround my transformative power of my own healing
The freedom.
It is also time to let go.
The pain that has been passed to me will not pass again
I know those ancestral rivers will continue to fortify my soul and those babbling brooks will be the melody of my existence
They sing a tune of great sorrow and joy
The symphony of courage and of tenderness
The fear of self and the courage of dreams
The loudest of booms and the whispers of grounding love
And even when the current threatens to take me under I will also continue to rise
because it’s not only in me but on me.