I Can hear your thoughts

yes

I can hear your thoughts.

I know what makes your skin crawl or causes you to hyperventilate

You think I can see your insecurities hovering around your head like a silk lined hoodie

yes

Your eyes glimmer to me

They shine of promises and wisdoms yet to share

I didn't think of your flaws when you walked in the room tho

I didn't judge the cadence of your tone

None of that has crossed my mind.

Have you seen inside of me?

Have you ripped me to shreds with your heart  wide open?

Do you undo me, unearth and undress me as I pass you by?

What makes you hate us so much?

Hate you and then hate me?

Do you see it as hate?

When have they told you people like us are unlovable?

Did someone teach you up

day in and out, year after year with stories of heros that were nothing like you.

Were you scolded for daydreaming of new truths and big voices?

Oh! You couldn't relate to shakespeare?

I know you heard of the revolutions? Maybe your ancestors fought and won only to come home to be treated again like a third class citizen.

Imagine something else tho

You know a place of belonging, of home, a place you haven't been.

Keep searching

Don't ignore their words when you can't declare an origin

don't ignore their judgement, you do the same to you.

IT'S SET UP THAT WAY. the only way they know to perceive you is as such

A no good, good fa nothing, motherless cr&ck baby, daddy aint home but he aint gone neither, grandma cant see you, can't feed you or comb ya hair. 

Ain't she dumb? She a mute girl with nothing to say, no where to go and no where to stay.

Better off laid down under a man treating her like a mat.

RISE UP. GET UP. STAND UP. STEP UP>

I love to be the one to tell you, to have read the truth, to know the truth

Now I AM Truth: THEY lied.

They took ya language, ya God, ya voice, ya dreams, and balled them up, trashed them in the pile of bones they crushed under sweltering conditions. But guess what

Them bones was of the ancestors

Them dreams fell right into the hands of those ready to navigate em

They seeped into the soil as it rained

They took root as the hot Southern sun pounded on the Black earth. EACH YEAR, closer to bloom, no rush.

Presence | Patience

grace as they look upon you 

a timeline curated intentionally

a space so safe they call it a bosom 

smiles live here on the laps of the Ancestors

Grandmothers and fathers…

Aunties and Big Girl Cousins who braid hair and say sweet sweet thangs when you enter the room

you belong to a kind people

a Joy filled kin.

Successful happiness 

upstairs looking out the window as the trees sway

watching the road for the good news on the way

It always travels up this road

It's never a long ways away.