…It, this thing, had so much promise such newness. It tasted like wind, like cool water, I felt it land on me like sun rays.
Tag: love
Sweet Sadness
Loving someone is both sacred and vile. Vile because it, the thing we cannot name, becomes something that binds us in light and darkness; surely will grow or change while it creeps into some dark, rusty, abandoned place, through circumstance, non-believing, or some other form of organic drizzling. Like a remnant memory from one of…
Blackness as Sunrise, Slurps, and Love.
I write about my blackness as a meditative practice. A means of survival and celebration. To bring the foundational elements of myself, up and out, like water from a lawn sprinkler. A blackness that disappears if you try to possess it, one that sits on your window sill like a quizzical sparrow. A blackness that…
I May Die Dreaming Of Black Freedom
I realize on a deep and cosmic level that I may die dreaming of Black freedom. That will not be fine but I accept all that is, a world that is not safe but can be joyous, the racism, the struggle, and witnessing how so many Whites have remained stuck in honoring White supremacy. Those of…
Reject Violence As A Way Of Being Human
If we do nothing else today, pray for loving peace. Pray that our hearts will open wider and support girls and women in our lives with deep gratitude and purpose. Pray that our hearts will continue to beat, and with every beat claim the knowledge that comes with a beating heart. To know,…
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