THEODORE MOSLEY

Hopkins, SC OCTOBER 5 1957- SOUTH BRONX NY
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Challenge Me (A Tribute To Black Women)

I am a fabric that stands without seams, on the mind of others as I take my stand.

Holding forth the armor of life I bestow a crown of wisdom to my offspring for matters to come.

My mind flows through the cathedral of Sphinx with the ability to shatter dimensions.

Challenge me as I walk this life into existence without holding my weapon of choice in learning.

My curves airlifted time and the sound of my walk begins to emerge the sophistication of my being.

Conspiring to bring the intellectual affairs of women my eyes capture the brilliance of diamonds.

Seen as the silence in the night my voice raptures education with a mind of inescapable passions of art.

I was told as a woman of color I could not achieve my dreams, as a woman of color I achieved dreams beyond the unthinkable.

Challenge me for tomorrow I will bring you the River Euphrates to dance inspirations of hidden times.

Armed with the warfare of dignity and determination my purpose of being is solidified with my soul.

Born to pain my affliction carries me to unreachable mountains of despair with whispers of dreams.

I climbed the destruction that was laid before me as the wings of motherhood transformed me.

Challenge me for the throne of aspirations; challenge me for the natural abilities nature has wrought within me.

No longer embracing the shallow minds of my captors I find calculated distances on my journey of love.

The woman that I am intimidates the weakness of your mind to punish me with deceptions of anarchy.

My poetry of movement escapes the mind of your incarceration as the night sings to the moon.

Wrapped in passions of love my naïve touches brought flames of considerations to hold me in darkness.

Challenge me when the storms explode and my water subsides; challenge me when my tears are one.

The furtherance of life bestows wisdom in times of infractions that filters me with cruel intentions.

You have abandoned me for docile creativity without ever learning the ways of life in your own creativity.

I stand alone on shoulders shouldered with the surrounding love of yesteryear.

Challenge me for the asteroid of life for a beacon of now for the crimes of the heart.

My being craves as a woman who took flight and became the Phoenix to sisterhood to enriched minds.

Flames of life I endured only to cause an inferno in the satellite of time to purchase my solace.

My sister is my anchor my sister is my revelation my sister is my spirit and my sister is my history.

Challenge me into the night as the lava of my muse prolongs the heat my story unfolds in my sanctuary.

Written by Theodore Mosley
March 4, 2015
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