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Mothers are glorious creatures. 

There is beauty in giving life, & mothers are blessed with the beauty marks of fulfilling their divinely feminine purpose. 

Are women able to accomplish many other things & do them abundantly well- yes absolutely! Women are able to do all things & the one thing no one else can. That is what is exceptional about mothers. 

I cannot fathom anything more glorious, more extraordinary, more magical than a mother.

I don’t see a mother’s body as flawed. I see her vessel as complete. She has completed her evolution into womanhood. 

I reject the insane notion that women need to “fix” their post birth bodies to erase the signs of motherhood. Why would anyone want to do that? Why erase the proof of fulfilling your unique purpose & pretend it never happened? 

Name another creature that can bring forth human life without a woman. This purpose is a sacred honor given to the female along with magical strength, endurance, & fortitude to see the process of creation through to fruition. 

Women should wear the signs of motherhood proudly. You were chosen, called upon for a higher purpose & you fulfilled the divinely feminine calling that only you can realize. You nourished life itself! You were given a seed too small to be seen by the naked eye & you gave back a fully formed human life. Let that resonate for a moment. 

For over a year you shared your entire being to benefit another. You stretched yourself, you sacrificed your comfort & grew someone entirely new. From your body you fed, protected, loved & nurtured. You are the vessel chosen by the divine & you deserve to be celebrated everyday. 

A society that shames women for being mothers, & brainwashes women into thinking they should hide their masterpiece once complete, erase the canvas once painted & restore it back to a state of nothingness has departed from sanity. 

Women, I speak directly to your spirit. Do not fall victim to the perversion of a world in which the underdeveloped girl in her youth, pre-motherhood, not yet fully blossomed into womanhood, is exalted above you. 

Do we celebrate the tulip when it is just a bulb in the frozen ground of winter, only a promise & a thought- a vessel with hidden potential not yet realized; or do we celebrate the tulip once flowered in the height of spring? The tulip’s blossom is nature’s sign that it is ready to continue the life cycle.

Gaze upon the tulip’s enchanting beauty once her blossom opens to reveal her fertile nature- not even the honeybee can pass by without pausing to explore her soft petals & enjoy her fragrant perfume. 

Celebrating youth above wisdom, & potential over the fulfillment of purpose is unnatural & lacking in wisdom & reason. 

Woman, mother, grandmother, you are the epitome of perfection. Change nothing. Love yourself. Love the proof that you have loved & in doing so accomplished what no other creature is able to do. Your love created life. Wear this honor like the crown it is meant to be & allow your beauty to be revered. I celebrate you Queen every single day of the week.

-GianMarie 2023

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He once loved deeply

He vaguely remembers its faintest echo

A warm trace of steam curling

In the fog of distant memory

Where an ancient all consuming flame

Once burned brightly


He loved a young woman

In the fever of spring

She had just begun blossoming

Yet she was already a Queen

Ruling over his mind & heart

Claiming what he offered freely as hers

He would give anything to touch her

Hold her soft flower in his arms

Kiss her moist lips until permitted

To dive deeper into her divine waters


She cared for him completely

Loved him like the King she could see

His pride of her swelled until bursting

 So he brought her home to his family

Her mind sparked his imagination

Her beauty left him mesmerized

Her love fed him until satisfied

There was nothing he longed for

More than her bed each night


He had discovered love easily

Yet he was too young to know

How to keep hold of such heat

Their energy burned so brightly

That despite his longing he let go

He lost his light & in the darkness couldn’t find

The magic he thought would last for life


Instead of seeking his lost treasure

His youthful heart sought to replace her

He traveled the world

Sowing his royalty

In parched fields unworthy of his seed

Yet never planting with his fertile Queen

Many moons yielded to morning rays

Until his ebony locs sprouted silver grays


He returned home to settle down

Almost forgetting the perfect peace

He had once known

In the arms of his love from long ago

A secret place in his soul

Held court for her refusing to let go

A strange sense of emptiness

Wouldn’t allow him to fully rest

Whispering in dreams as he slept

That there is something missing he shouldn’t forget


A day came

When his once roaring fire

Had only left one spark of flame

He sent his smoke signal into the sky

It time traveled on the wings of a golden firefly

Across the ocean deep to meet

His Queen in bed slumbering


She woke from a heavy dream

To its little glow blinking for her to see

The almond eyes of her lover beckoning

Flashes of heat simmering

Just beneath his outward calm

Stirring long lost emotions

In the recesses of her soul


She answered his smoke signal with a call

Before she spoke life into his heart

Her lips parted to gently blow

Giving energy to his smoldering embers

Setting them aglow

Fanning in him a familiar flame

Until his eternal fire danced with fever

To the ancient rhythm of love once more.

. . .

GianMarie 2022

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Introverts


Introverts yearning for peace & quiet 

Prefer the undisturbed space of alone time

Knowing in that singularity 

Exists an open door 

For mind to expand

For Spirit to explore

Unhindered by the worldly desire for more

Self-contained in this sacred space 

Introverts draw inward for reflection

Engaging in deeper introspection

Seeking & finding divine direction

Can we be alone, together?

Never needing

Yet receiving comfort

In the harmony of just being 

In tune with one another

Waking to perfect stillness 

Taking in the first light of early morn

Meditating in the space of something soft & warm

Gazing through the window at the snowstorm 

Watching white flurries 

Gently falling into a soft grey haze

Blurring the lines

Spontaneously shifting with the wind

They twirl left & right

Alone . . . Together

Time slows as we laugh & unwind 

Huddled arm in arm 

While day gives way to night

Watching the full moon rise in the painted sky

Listening to sparks pop as they fly

Away from the heat of glowing embers

Dancing in the center of stacked wood

Smoke curls rise into the brisk twilight

Inhale deeply to be greeted by

The sweet essence of dried herbs & burning cedar

Exhale releasing to the sky what cannot stay

With gratitude we bid farewell to another day

With clarity we are illuminated by light

With peace we welcome the spirit of night.

© GianMarie 2022

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New poetry offered for your enjoyment!

La Femme Nouvelle, is the complete collection of GianMarie poetry offered for your enjoyment. This anthology includes the full works of Black Girl Daydreamin & Soul Anthropology, as well as new poetry. La Femme Nouvelle is a limited edition autographed collection offered exclusively via Kairos Moment Publishing Group, & ships directly from the publisher. To request your personalized copy signed by the poet, email Kairos Moment Publishing Group at: info@gianmarie.com

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