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God Is A Black Woman - The 9 Meditations of the Queen’s Chamber.: The Lost Words, #2
God Is A Black Woman - The 9 Meditations of the Queen’s Chamber.: The Lost Words, #2
God Is A Black Woman - The 9 Meditations of the Queen’s Chamber.: The Lost Words, #2
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You're ratchet. 
You're ugly. 
You're pathetic. 
Straighten your hair. 
Your Afro is taking up too much space. 
Why did God make black people anyway?
Go back to Afrika!
Burnt roach!
You're black because you're cursed, it's karma from your last life. 
You always look angry. 

Hey there ... that's just noise. 
The Goddess is waiting within. 

God Is A Black Woman - The 9 Poetic Meditations from the Queen's Chamber. (Poetry). 

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LanguageEnglish
Release dateNov 21, 2018
ISBN9781386141600
God Is A Black Woman - The 9 Meditations of the Queen’s Chamber.: The Lost Words, #2

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    God Is A Black Woman - The 9 Meditations of the Queen’s Chamber. - Douglas Rugambwa

    Black Woman // Black Goddess

    by

    Douglas Rugambwa

    9 writings

    9 meditations

    9 ways to enter the soul

    far from power cables that hang above you

    to the fields and lakes,

    you will see the Queen on the Hill

    the dreamer who dreamt you

    a hungry rest

    i was never born to

    answer questions

    i am here to

    hear my footsteps crunch the snow

    as my toes cringe

    to the cold

    like icy water in my shoes

    - and that is not a question

    i am here to see

    the crumpled leaves and twigs

    the squirrels scampering

    at the sound of my breath

    that condenses before my face

    - i speak not

    for a question

    the chilly air sharpens the colors

    of my day

    until all is real

    and i cannot deny it

    and i am left with no hunger

    for thought

    this is the answer i was

    that there is no purpose in life

    except life’s perfect form

    and there is

    no purpose at all

    except my perfect form

    and this my body is free

    without a question

    for it is God

    who made

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