This week we are spotlighting the winners of the 2nd Annual Poetry Contest! Today, you’ll get to meet the poets and read their poems. Let’s dive right in with our 4th Place winner.
Introducing Kiyana Blount
Kiyana Blount is a mother, wife, and friend who has a heart of pure gold. She is 27 years old and has a passion for the arts. Kiyana loves to write, dance, sing and act and every time she walks in the room has a light that cannot be dimmed. On her journey through self-love, she is learning how to not only uplift herself but those around her. Kiyana is a hard worker and believes she can accomplish anything she wants to!
Kiyana, so good to meet you beautiful! Why don’t you tell us a little about yourself and what inspired your poem.
Kiyana: My life is what inspired this poem! I am currently on a journey of rebuilding my inner Goddess and going back to loving myself and being the best version of myself. This poem is my truth!
I love that. I understand that you have a business. Tell us a little bit about that.
Kiyana: The business I am apart of is bringing awareness to little black Kings and Queens through reading the truth about themselves. One of the books is called I’m Naturally Beautiful and it shows little Black Queens that they do not have to conform to what society says and shows through media. They are beautiful the way they are and can do anything they put their mind to!
Excellent. Clouded Container is a powerful poem. How did you come up with the title and what does it mean?
Kiyana: I came up with the title with some inspiration from a book I’m reading called Warrior Goddess: Become the woman who you are meant to be by Heatherash Amara. In the book, it talks about how you are a container and in your container you take things out and put things in. Whether it’s negative or positive! Sometimes the things we put into ourselves is not always good and it clouds our judgment. It causes nasty smudges and debris and you have to scrub real good to clear it out. I am guilty of many insecurities and making myself feel bad and on my journey of self-love, I have eliminated that. I have grown to love me and everything that makes me, flaws and all. I gave myself a good scrub down!! That’s how I got the title Clouded Container.
Wow. I like that container analogy. Well Kiyana, there are several lines in the poem that caught our attention. One was:
“Conditioned to see cracks in a broken mirror that never fell.”
Can you, briefly, explain that line to us?
Kiyana: It’s funny because that’s actually one of my favorite lines in my poem! What that line is saying is that in our society and the world we live in, they make it their duty to set a standard and make you feel like everything is wrong with you. That’s when insecurities and doubts and negative thoughts about yourself begin. You start to see yourself in this broken mirror. But once you remove the glasses that society prescribed to you, you realize you are so amazing and magical and that the mirror never moved, never fell and was never broken. It was just somebody else trying to define who YOU are!
Girl you betta speak!
Now, let’s get into this poem!
Clouded Container, Copyright©Kiyana Blount
4th Place Winner
The universal chord to everything
We only see the clouded container without seeing the internal contents that we thought were nonexistent.
Conditioned to see cracks in a broken mirror that never fell
Finding folds and creases in a painting that never left the frame.
Society polluting the consciousness of the reflection I am reaching out to grab
That inner gut feeling saying to stop hiding behind the shadow that doesn’t show at night.
Listening, deeply to the silent thoughts of my mental.
Light shining through the judgmental audience sitting in the sky box of the windows to your soul.
Wow, I can feel the warmth of it. The molded embrace around my higher being.
No worries, no doubts, no questioning; but only the remedy to a strong woman’s dis-ease.
Caring to uplift myself.
Envisioning a powerful Goddess grooming the strength, courage, compassion and fearlessness of her spirit.
Caring to unravel the negative wraps around my illuminating golden brown skin.
The love shines through my pores.
Being able to move through self-love helps me to care and cultivate the container that was once clouded.
Releasing the contents that almost became buried treasure.