I am Sauda

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I am the sun wrapped in melanin—

bold in color,

soft in spirit.

in the cracks of my healing.

I’ve loved so deep it bruised.

I’ve felt so much I disappeared.

But I came back—

not broken,

but rebirthed.

I am not a phase.

I am not a mood.

I am the frequency you feel

when truth walks in the room.

Call me wild.

Call me free.

Call me self-ish if you must—

but I call it sacred responsibility.

I love.

I lead.

I alchemize pain into poetry,

and silence into scripture.

This is just the beginning

of everything I’m becoming.