Pour Every woman needs a reservoir A space deep within herself no one can enter We being female and comfortable in our holy should know the direct route to tunnel ourselves down deep within ourselves to bring forth the light to illuminate our way through this long toothed greedy life There is an art to keeping the pilot light lit in a woman’s belly Heavy tongued gossip mongers are attracted to our light like clipped winged flying moths We must do whatwe must do to turn away from this unforgiving thief If we are not careful light unattended surrenders to shadows What is a shadow but the about face inverse opposite of our brightness of being Let us take the time remind ourselves to ourselves to pour sunshine from the dawn's early light into our spirits The newness of the day is waiting for us
Janel Cloyd is a Poet, Writer and Essayist. She has been awarded a Willow Arts Alliance Residency with history concentration in the Weeksville African American Cultural Arts Center. She has been awarded Fellowships from VONA, Dream Yard and the Watering Hole. Publications include: The Black Lives Have Always Mattered Anthology edited by Abiodun Oyewole of the Last Poets, Mujeres, The Magic, The Movement, & The Muse Anthology. The Yellow Chair, Poeming Pigeon and Cave Canem Digital, Gathering Round, Peregrine Journal, About Place Journal, Acentos Review, Emotive Fruition and Stone Coast Review. Cloyd is a mixed media artist with a concentration in collage, paper arts, fiber, poetry, text, and images. Her work explores and embraces the themes of womanhood, spirituality, and the body aesthetic.
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