Became a Stribu model barefooted.
One of many but an ordinary person.
Wore a shirt I bought from Walmart.
A denim shorts from Jcp.
My teenage daughter was humiliated.
I felt great, forgot my illness, heartaches.
Stood proud clothed in my brown skin.
Whoever withheld, restricted, am free of cancer
though it ravishes. I stripped
for my child who’s ashamed, other who don’t know,
cannot afford screening, treatment.
For the homeless, those who cannot afford
I stood shoeless. Am thankful for all I have, am given.
Most importantly for life. My gift to those who
are no longer, at the early stages, the end.
I stood for you shoeless and unrestricted.
Had breast surgery in 2011, I was disappointed in my husband, children that I mothered. My husband went to Canada and a friend took me to the hospital for surgery. None inquired about my welfare but in that moment that photograph was taken, I felt honored that Stribu photographer asked if he could take my photo although I was modestly dressed and shoe less.