Goddess Muse by Seshat Yon’shea Walker
Goddess Muse looks down on the Black woman writer.
Goddess Muse
Black Woman Writer, also known as somebody's wife and mother yet before all the titles she was, well is also some people's daughter who for many moons before was known as just a writer until the world told her to participate in its mess.
Black Woman writer sits up in bed.
Goddess Muse
That's when we lost touch. She rediscovered me during a global pandemic. For four years we were inseparable, her and I until all those damn unnecessary life interruptions appeared-those things that happen when she remembered she was a mortal.
Goddess Muse
She's sniffing for me again. Three new journals.
Black woman writer slips on dusty pink slippers and sits on the side of the bed.
Goddess Muse
She resembles that painting, Blue Monday. You know the one of a Black woman sitting on the edge of her bed, literally on the edge of it all, head hung low, the weight of this bitter planet forever crushing her vertebrae.
(pause)
Goddess Muse
She's putting on her necklace. Oh, Excuse me...I'm Goddess Muse. I sound ethereal. Like Maya Angelou.
Goddess Muse clears throat.
Goddess Muse
Black woman writer fastens the Gye Nyame around her neck. It is not real gold yet the symbolism is...enough.
(beat)
Goddess Muse
She's tired. That concoction of peppermint tea, cranberry juice and magnesium produced no results last night save for a grainy throat and bubbling stomach. Her sleep was not the best. The checked luggage stacked under her eyes says so.
(beat)
Goddess Muse
Black woman writer. Let our morning ritual begin.
Black woman writer grabs a journal.
Goddess Muse
Yes the gold one. It holds affirmations.
Goddess Muse clears her throat again.
Goddess Muse
Black Woman Writer, Pick up your pen and draw from within...
Cringe!...I know.
(beat)
Look your disco ball. Watch the snow dance in its tiny mirrors.
Black woman writer stares at the disco ball sitting in her window.
Goddess Muse
Her last good twirl was during Summer Solstice.
Black woman writer lights incense.
Goddess Muse
Inhale the oud. Channel the deep. No more statements of purposes or flowery summations. Dig…Reveal.
Black Woman sweats, scribbles ferociously. She's in a deep flow state. Goddess Muse smiles. Black woman writer smiles.
Goddess Muse
Black Woman Writer, also known as somebody's wife and mother but before all those titles she was, well is also some people's daughter yet for many moons and on today's full one she was and will always be free.
Seshat Yon’shea Walker copywright 2025
