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Scarves of Silk

A racially ambiguous woman draped in flowing silk scarves, her dark hair cascading like waterfalls, surrounded by glowing metallic leaves, radiating divine feminine energy beneath a cosmic sky.
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Alethea Jimison

Author, Poet & Truth-teller

Scarves of Silk

Scarves of silk…stones that shimmer like tears of joy. Metallic blades of leaves flowing down the dark cascading waves of hair falling down my shoulders like water falls. 

Curves like blades of desire cutting into the fabric of all life…creation…creativity. This is my femininity. I feel like a Goddess…a co-creator of my reality where no one can tell me who I’m supposed to be.

My curves are luminescent velocity…thigh brushing against thigh…I am inside of me. I am desire…I am creation… I am woman…the star-gate of the seed that all life rises from. And yes… I am Divine…as life flows out of me…life flows…inside…of…me…



About the Poem Scarves of Silk

Scarves of Silk is a celebration of divine femininity—the curves, desires, and creative force that make womanhood not just a body, but a sacred gateway of life. When I wrote this poem, I wanted to honor the truth that femininity is more than physical beauty. It is a spiritual current, a cosmic portal, and a reminder that every woman carries within her the power of creation itself.

For centuries, women have been told to shrink, to cover, to suppress their sensuality. Society has sold us a distorted vision of femininity—one that prizes perfection over authenticity, obedience over expression. But femininity is not meant to be silenced. It is meant to be felt, embodied, and revered.

This poem is my reclamation. The silk scarves symbolize softness and beauty, while the metallic leaves represent strength and resilience. Together, they weave the truth: femininity is both delicate and powerful, flowing and unyielding.

When I say, “I am the star-gate of the seed that all life rises from,” I am naming the sacred truth—woman is not merely an ornament of society, she is the vessel through which all of existence flows.

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