Black Nudity, Divinity, and Me

Our bodies have a voice; my nudity is a love language. When I am naked and silent, there are eyes on my Blackness and womanliness that peek at the invisible coverings of history and society that weigh upon my skin.

Before touching the divinity inside me, hold me by my humanity. Unbrand me and see my body. The mere existence of an individual willing to be seen bare is enough to tear the robes of shame. If the fall of humanity begins with shame, it ends with pride. Nudity, by all means, is a courageous celebration of nature's co-creation. 

"Here I am, alive or dead!" I am a human soul, remembering my creature. 

Nature artfully binds form and function with blood. Déshabillé in skin and bones, what an aesthetic for life and death! If the only function of a body is to live and die, its perfection is organic.

Nudity is for the primitive, not the pauper or the pervert. Mother nature never asks, "What does my body mean to you?" But human nature poses the question. When colonizers see Black bodies in the nude, in their power, it means a way of life they could never embody. It means they are missing color. It means we are free. 

Romancing emancipation, I feel freedom in my full glory, filtering the sun's rays through my dark skin. My nipples point to the promised land where my pheromones roam and play. 

My sexuality is my spirit descending for physical ascension to vulnerability, femininity, and ecstasy. My nudity is not a cry for possession but a call for transcendence in art and poetry. 

Cover photography by CHD:WCK!