Hers - A Poem
- Jamila M.
- Sep 2
- 1 min read

Hers
In hearth and home, a sanctuary found,
Where Black women's joys in comfort abound,
She yields to the greenspace, lush,
Plants and trees bring calm, a gentle, healing hush.
Clean spaces gleam, and meals are freshly made,
Her room, a haven, where worries softly fade.
Bed - soft inviting sight - with cozy pajamas,
and candles burning bright.
Dreaming in colors she paints sort of well,
Portraits and still lifes, stories she can tell.
She loses connection upon waking from sleep.
Yet Spirit remembers - secrets, She does keep.
Home, a feeling safe and sound,
Peace and belonging turned it to hallowed ground.
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