#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.

bees.

...all of this, honey.

the forgiven./ weapons of mass destruction

just as you would have it 

that I remember you as the forgivable.

when your name was charleston. 

tearing down church walls. 

I will think of you, 

lightly.

oh, the darkness that is I.

energy.