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i waz missing somethin somethin so important somethin promised a layin on of hands fingers near my forehead strong cool movin makin me whole sense pure all the gods comin into me layin me open to myself i waz missing somethin somethin promised somethin free a layin on of hands i know bout/layin on bodies/layin outta man bringin him alla my fleshy self & some of my pleasure bein taken full eager wet like i get sometimes i waz missing somethin a layin on of hands not a man layin on not my mama/holdin me tight/sayin i’m laways gonna be her girl not a layin on of bosom and womb a layin on of hands the holiness of myself released i sat up one nite walkin a boardin house screamin/cryin/the ghost of another woman who waz missin what i waz missin i wanted to jump up outta my bones & be done wit myself leave me alone & go on in the wind it waz too much i fell into a numbness til the only tree i cd see took me up in her branches held me in the breeze made me dawn dew that chill at daybreak the sun wrapped me up swingin rose light everywhere the sky laid over me like a million men i waz cold/i waz burnin up/a child & endlessly weavin garments for the moon wit my tears i found god in myself & i loved her/i loved her fiercely 

Poem: from "for colored girls who have considered suicide | when the rainbow is enuf" by Ntozake Shange

http://missmoonsmusings.blogspot.com/2010/06/dope-laying-on-of-hands-ntozake-shange.html

Image: “A Real Allegory of Her Studio,” Mequitta Ahuja Oil on Canvas, 80"X96,“ 2015