I am who I am; a baby bird trying out its feathers, learning to fly, savouring its new found freedom. I am a cloud ,dark and heavy waiting to explode, to shower its sparkly drops on life so beautiful and for I am the rainbow that shares its colours bright and beautiful after a storm. I am a coward , no a shadow afraid of my powers , afraid of what I can do if I let my guard down and yet I yearn to let me be…I am a lover , gentle with careless whispers and filled with sacred delights but yet unsatisfied , I am whole , full and yielding , I am a mother to a child, I am life , I am divine…a daughter , a sister but yet I stand low , I am all, I am me, I am you , I am we….my true self opening as I raise above the ashes I have created …..i am, I am as I stand as strong as the baobab tree from my mother, my grandmother’s story of strength and love, I am , I am exploding into who I AM . 💃💃