A mural design I was playing around with for my creative portfolio. A woman is not made up of your labels, your prejudice and your need for self-importance. Through words we are powerful creatures.Parting thoughts from Audre Lorde’s poem ‘Coal’ :
” Some words live in my throat
Breeding like adders. Others know sun
Seeking like gypsies over my tongue
To explode through my lips
Like young sparrows bursting from shell.
Bedevil me. “