By Afiwa Afandalo
This poem is dedicated to all the girls who are forced, by circumstances, to hide their identity so they can be present for those around them. One reminder: You need to be your authentic self. Go out, find your flame, and take your place in history.
Phoenix!!!! Can you hear me? I am looking for my flame. It disappeared when my small, oval eyes met the desperate crocodile tears of the blue, dark, and infinite ocean. My flame, I painted it with a red and yellow tint A red so dashing, it is trending on all of social media, A yellow so luminous, even the brightness of the sun at noon can’t compete You might have seen other flames around here. However, my flame is uncommon. It has a strike of black -- A black, dark as midnight, It holds the secrets of unspoken things. A darkness, clear as clean water It shines and moves in glory at all times Phoenix!!! My flame has been lost for a while now. Without it, I feel like a desert without sand, I feel like a home without a family I feel empty. Phoenix!! I came in hope that you will help me find it. When you find it, Please Tell it that I promise to no longer look into the blue, dark, and infinite ocean, Tell it that I promise to protect it Phoenix! Can you hear me? I am looking for my soul.
Afiwa Afandalo is a class of 2020 Girls Write Now mentee based in Bronx, NY.