Who knew the motherf'in bus was so inspiring???

I wrote this poem coming back on the bus from a John Brown tour in Harper's Ferry WV to Oberlin. I was inspired by a lot of things....like all the sleep I got on the bus, people I know who do some slam poetry, and John Brown's resistant nature, and the dream I started to have of me performing this one day....

Fortitude

I clutch for your hands
the way angels of justice riding down from the
sky
wield their swords with Strength. Fortitude.
I cling to you as I
swallow and search for the magnanimity that will
surround me like the agency of
my mother's womb.
I yearn for your spirit that will
ride me off into the waves of
redemption
Though I know not how to swim.
I ache for you like you were the hailing sign to render me
with the knowledge that I
am woman enough to be.
To be my own sign.
That I am the compass that will go off and collide
with what shall not stand.
Nor continue.
My head reaching North up into the heavens
where I will feel the strength of the Queen reign
high and mighty.
My feet turned South into the ground where the
Blood
Sweat
Tears
Devotion
Mercy
Strength
Fear
Loyalty
Love
Beauty
Righteousness
Heartache
Belief
the Baggage
of my people whose buried footsteps I follow for survival.
In it.
My arms that rise to the East and the intensity
of the Sunfire that burns deep between my legs
and heart
to supply my totality and fury
that the dark side of the moon
with her sweet kiss
shall cool my blood as she sets in the West.
Because I am a child,
I am a child,
I am my mother,
I am my mother's child,
I am Mother Nature's child
with my hips like tree trunks I will
root my feet deep within the Earth
and point myself to my destination
written into the lines of
my skin
and throughout the curled strands of my cropped hair.
Perhaps with the heat and fervor I clutched
clung
and yearned for you
I can walk steadfast
forward with
Grace
Wisdom
Fortified.

Please enjoy.