Woman

As a woman

Black and always moving

What else you can be

But a mix of fire and ice.

My mother,

She's been burning since birth

A little light

That grew into a flame.

She'd been coming up hot

Blazing through her adolescence.

A heat that had my father caught

Saw him could tame its flames.

A glaring bloom of Orange

And dreamy Blue

She's Always been sun and moon.