In My Skin

In my caramel-coloured
Five foot, six inch frame
In my thick thighs
And high round buttocks
Toned arms
Large forehead
Large face
Almond-shaped eyes
Full lips
Laugh lines
Large hands
And high in-stepped feet

Resides a finally grown woman
No more looking outside for guidance
But looking inside and upward for strength
Slowly and intentionally
I have blossomed into a middle-aged
Non-blues wearing or carrying fireball
Who conquers her own demons
And fills her own voids

In my caramel-coloured
Aging face and frame
I have less time
For looking back and ahead
No more letting my empty parts dictate my actions
I live in the now
Deal with the real
Learn how silence can be as powerful as words
And how to sashay out of a space
That no longer fits
And sit comfortably elsewhere
In my skin.