Inevitable Moor Wombman

About the Book

I Can No Longer Hear Over The Whispering Of The Wind. Though, I’m Not. As Soft. I’m Brittle Like Shore Sand. I’m Tougher Than Pangolin Skin. I Find Courage In The Mist Of All Things & Wear Bravery On The Forearms Of My Sleeves. Though, I’m Not. As Soft. As The Breeze. I Cut Like The Waters I Sail On The Seas. And Just Like The Oceans, Baby! I’m Deep! Though, I’m Not. As Soft

About the Author

This is the journey; the path I’ve chosen to heal, reveal and remind moor women of the powers they have, the powers they never lost. I acknowledge YOU in your many forms of art. The poetic strands of letters looping through words creating symbolic literature. The strokes of an artist’s hand painting and sketching rhythmic exposure. The profound angle of a photographer, the stiffness of the eye and the calmness of their finger. These are nothing “moor” than constant reminders.