My Mothers Bore Fruit is an excerpt from my book “To Wilt and Bloom.” The poem is an ode to my future daughters, written in a time when the meaning of womanhood laid heavily on my mind.
The words of the poem resemble the journey of my thoughts as I analyzed the weight of what it means to be a woman and of what could lie ahead in raising daughters in my footsteps.
While writing this poem, I thought about the burdens I have carried and the burdens I have witnessed many women before me carry. I questioned how I could create a different experience for my future daughters instead of bringing them into a world of affliction.
Through this photo project, I wanted to create visual intimacy between women. So often, I’ve witnessed the strain between women who create competition between themselves instead of uplifting each other.
In my work, I focus a lot on womanhood, sisterhood and the possibilities of future motherhood. This photo project is one of many created in hopes of visually illustrating my desire to cultivate space and positive energy between women of color.
My Mothers Bore Fruit is a journey of coming to terms with my understanding of womanhood while at the same time, healing from the burdens and pains that I have experienced as a woman. It is an untangling of webs and a covering of prayer for women past, women present and women of the future.
My Mothers Bore Fruit-
Eve’s fingers wove webs, my mother’s fingers weave webs, my fingers weave webs, but for my daughters I must untwist these vines so they can catch the sun and not fold to thread webs as well.
Eve’s ghost is catching stones, my mother’s hands are calloused, my fingers are growing indigo, but for my daughters I must soften these curses so their can be smoothed and not grow to harden as well.