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True Selves
- LaVianca Asante'
- 3 days ago
- 2 min read
High, above the rest.
Upon, her very own perch.
Beyond reproach
Resting in full armor
In all of her glory
Amongst,
her throne
Engulfed by flames
She endured
The heat.
She was made for it
In fact.
For it warmed her heart
And gave her a reason
To bare all
Stirring up her birthright
In the pit of her belly
Her belly swelling with purpose
On purpose
For a purpose
With purpose
For her to birth forth
Who, she truly was
With great poise and grace
The indescribable
Remarkable
and unspeakable
Miracles of
Isolation.
The dread
the horrors
The tales and
Fables
Warnings
Betrayed her rise
Once upon a time
Once whispered
in her ear
the insanity surely to come
If and
when she ever dared
To be alone
Were lies.
Simply make-believe
Made up by those
Who preferred to
Wallow in the shadows
Afraid of their own light
Or any light
Believing it would
Burn away their frail existence
Barely existing
She chose to believe otherwise
In her fortress she
Begin
To become
A being
Of benevolence
There was no light
In the shadows
She dreaded
The meekness
Of what was
Waiting there
She swallowed all
Of the air, she could muster
To lift her to higher ground
And there she was
Finally
Resting among
The others
High, above the rest.
Upon,
her very own perch.
Beyond reproach
Resting in full armor
In all of her glory
Amongst,
her throne
Engulfed by flames
Enduring
For herself
Nay
But for those who
Wallowed amongst the shadows
Beckoning for more
Beckoning for proof
That the air could be
Indeed swallowed
To lift them beyond
The mundane
To muster up the
Strength and courage
To become
And birth forth their
True selves
Insert from Honor Thy Pussy, Honor Thy Thigh; Honor Thy Self, Honor Thy Tribe A Collection of Poetry Written by LaVianca Asante’
From the Poet’s Heart
Rest is not always soft or still—it can be fiery, cleansing, and transformative. The flames in this piece symbolize the sacred rest found in solitude—the kind that strips away distraction, demands stillness, and calls the soul home.
What once appeared as isolation was truly incubation. Through that quiet fire, she remembered her power and rose—not weary, but renewed.
True wellness often begins here: in the heat of stillness, where we return to ourselves and awaken to who we were always meant to be.
ABOUT LaVianca Asante’
LaVianca Asante’ is a writer, creative visionary, and feminine wellness advocate dedicated to
helping women rediscover sacred rest, divine identity, and aligned living. Through her
storytelling, workshops, and sacred immersion experiences, she weaves together spirituality,
healing, and artistry to remind women of their inherent power and wholeness.
Her work explores themes of faith, femininity, restoration, and creative freedom — calling
readers into deeper connection with themselves and God Within.
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