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Heritage A Poem by Kimba

Heritage

Heritage

These ain’t my hands or my feet
Lord, you know these are my mama’s hands
And my daddy’s feet.
This nose on my face don’t belong to me
Rather it belongs to my daddy’s grannie
These straight white teeth are Aunt Saddie’s
and these brown eyes that see are Uncle Lee’s.
My knobby knees ain’t mine either
They belong to my two grannies
Even the hairs on my head belong to my paw paw instead
I’m the spittin’ image of all my kinfolk ‘cept me.
Lord this body ain’t mine
One day it will cease and decay
And I won’t need these feet for walkin’
And I won’t need these hands for graspin’
I’ll be headed to My promise land
‘cause my soul belongs to me.

Poetry as Healing Art

I believe that poetry can heal our spirits. When we use our creative force, we change the way we see challenges and problems. We find a special connection to ourselves, others and to Spirit.  For more information on the healing power of poetry check out my post Poetry as Healing Art.

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Kimba Livesay

Kimba Livesay

I am a creative coach, teacher and mentor who helps people use creativity, coaching, journaling, energy work and spirituality to heal the mind, body and spirit.

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