hear.

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#blackgirlmagic

borne 

of 

magic.  

resurrection.

some nights

i catch myself

breathing

which often leads to elementary questions 

like 

who put this air into my lungs 

turned me into this brazen beast of breath

theres magic going on 

in our chests 

a magic so 

unrelenting 

unresting

yet at times 

i still forget to breathe

unselfishly

but wholly

how we forget

this forgetting

so easy to slip into

so comfortable 

this second skin to turn into a home

this air

this breath 

is not ours alone. 

(each time

we resurrect.)

- resurrection.

show and tell.

the language 

of becoming.  

melanin.

this

skin

is handcrafted home

to sound spirit

to vessel of Universe, 

the Gracious Gods...

o' sweet melanin.

- the brown.

be love.

we've got nothing to lose,

but have everything to gain. 

bloom.

dancing in the wind.

seeds 

scattered

on a placcid concrete. 

who knew ? 

who knew ? 

that we too

would bloom. 

water.

1.

2.

3.

remember,

you cannot hold on to water. 

infant understanding.

baby steps. 

wide eyed.

lullaby.

woke up to a silver spoon in your  mouth.

abstract surrounds 

give form to your voice

cradling each coo.

a cradle to each tear.

lies.

formless. unfamiliar. foreign.

Picasso things.

unpunctuated questions

unpunctuated sentence

questions in every sentence

every sentence a question

who was the first man on the moon ?

is God black ?

is God black ?

acknowledgement.

when eyes 

were the order of the day. 

bees.

...all of this, honey.

unhear.

I.

an aftermath. an answer.

in this vast silence,

warm.

in this thick silence,

sure.

temporary displacement.

transitory.

a lesson in patience.

At a certain time and at a certain place you begin to understand. Those thickset  knots start coming undone with age, the ice starts to melt away and it is as if your being is borne into a light and a lightness that it had not known before.

This is the work of time and experience manouvring themselves and wounding events in a way that shapes what some might be inclined to call fate or destiny. Some may refer to it as purpose. How you define it, what you call it are not the matter at hand but rather matters of how this coming of age can be such a beautiful thing. Invigorating. How understanding is so liberating. Enlightening.

These should not be rushed.
Know that everything that is meant to be, happens just at the right time.

 - a lesson in patience.