She swept into the room
and I breathed deep of her.
A vision of excellence.
A vision of greatness.
What Black Women are made of.
long and beautiful, moving with her.
A most delicate dance.
Her breadth of knowledge apparent.
Her thirst for knowledge visible.
Radiating wisdom with every step.
I, in awe.
Lulled into a state of euphoria by her essence.
Submerged in and absorbing
the atmosphere made temperate
by her aura.
Yet wide awake and receptive to
every word, every thought she uttered.
And then she was gone.
But in her wake remained a reverence that begged a question.
Who is she?
She is perfect in a world where everything is twisted and ugly.
The picture of grace and loveliness.
She is comforting in a world that is scary and dark.
The embodiment of warmth and of nurturing.
She is the hope.
She is the light.
She is the shine.
She is you.
She is me.
She is all of us.
She is all
that we can be.