Ìpadà Sílẹ̀

Return to Self

She has arrived.

not as they expected, but exactly as she is.

No longer woman, no longer beast,

but something older, carved from silence and survival.

Her form disturbs, but she is irresistible.

Every curve holds the etchings of those who came before,

now blooming across a shape no one taught her to fear.

This is not transformation.

This is power in its final form.