I’m an artist because my art dares me to be true, be present right here in the moment. It dares me to be vulnerable, to confront what’s in my heart and my head.
With words, I’m a bare soul taking a walk at sunset; the universe is my lover.
This relationship I have with words makes me feminine. Here, I don’t have to strike a power pose or have the to-do list ticked. I’m a feather at the mercy of the wind; I’m light enough to go where I’m taken.
with words, I tremble at how malleable I become. I’m a woman utterly poured out like liquid gold yet, here I’m rock solid in my beauty; I need no exaggerations to see my power and beauty.
I don’t know if I should be proud of how ignorant I’ve been or be humbled by how much words ooze out of my pores. Words have always upheld me yet I’ve never realized this simple truth; I’m a writer.
I write when I’m excited, when I’m sad, in love, out of a failed relationship, in tears, in agony and in the belly of myself. I wake up out of sleep writing on some days.
Some other times when I’m a negligent lover, I feel my diaries sadly looking at me and begging for attention. Even when no one is watching and I have no publisher to respond to my emails, I will still write for I am a writer.
By Liza Chuma Akunyili on .
Exported from Medium on February 2, 2026.