issue 4: dec 2015, Photography, Poetry
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Not the Kind of Girl by Atiya Walker Dykes

I’m not the kind of girl they like

I write my own songs and sing my own

verses. Nothing here is scripted

sacred but never scripted.

I speak revolution in my softest

voice and carry it’s flame in

my eyes.

My body carries the spirits of

my grandmothers and great-grandmothers

before me. “Sometimes they speak Swahili

Iroquois, and Cherokee to me

Don’t forget yourself girl

remember the clan mothers

had the first and the last word.

Don’t let nobody steal your voice…..

I’m not the kind of girl they like

I bring witches wisdom to the table

the kind they tried to extinguish

during the burning times, the

kind they tried to cut away with

bayonets and long knives.

Sword and bullets can never kill

soul and mine is ancient.

That’s why I dance to my own

drum, speak my own words

and never fear my own voice.
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Atiya is a 32 year old Afro/Indigenous Photographer and Poet residing in Philadelphia, PA with her husband and three children. She loves capturing the essence of existence and human light with her camera, as well as spending time with family and other like minded folks, watching sc-fi shows, listening to good music, and just living her divine purpose.

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