"An ancient drumbeat..."

It does not
matter
if you pick me,
want me,
choose me,
keep,
appoint,
or promote me.

I have now
chosen
to
be
me
and this is
more than
enough
re-
cognition...

from the only
One whose
approval
really ever
matters...
 
to
free me from the
bondage of
my own
desire to please
you,
or anyone
else...
man, woman,
or child...

In the quiet
summit of my
own
heart's beating I
can hear an
eternal
rhythm...

like drums
reaching across
the African
savanna...

it is an ancient collective
sound that
rises and falls with
the life breath
of
other women
whose voices have
been silenced
by
uncertainty,
self-doubt,
and the mirror
of another's
approval...

that
primordial
slave-trader
...the desire to please,
to fit in,
to be recognized,
it hypnotizes
us, convinces us that
we must speak with
forked tongues,
dance to a
common drum,
rise politely,
but unwillingly to
the
snake charmer's
melody,
walk on
eggshells....
throughout time

but
if I listen carefully,
I will only hear
the
divine
drumbeat -
I AM,
I AM,
I AM,

it is a primitive
song of protest
that
reaches
across
centuries,
cultures,
continents, and
coffee tables...to
help
another sister who
was on the brink
of
selling her
soul
for the price of
a smile
from the
mirror that doesn't
hold her own face...
or God's

will you
join us
it begs,
and learn to
dance to the song
of your own
truth*?

*The spiritual sense of truth must be gained, before Truth can be understood." - Mary Baker Eddy