PENUMBRA

As a Black Woman a sister in the struggle
the night is my friend
blanketed in its velvety softness I find peace....
protected by ebon shadows I freely move....
while comforted by an obsidian umbra
I create...
inside smooth polished darkness
the Godlike side of my creations amplifies the light
There is an affinity a oneness
as opposites compliment in yin and yang....
dawn and dusk.... man and woman....
all converging in the infinite border of twilight...

I am Nubia
born in the umbra of Mother Africa
only to die proudly shrouded
in the penumbra of the New World....
my eclipse is now complete....