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Oh. How many times I’ve heard, “I wish we could take you home with us” while swaddling a newborn, positioning a lactating breast, counting pushes, and smelling the scent of new life. By the way…it is an earthy smell; a muted sweet scent of all outdoors (quite interesting when you think about it). Oh. How many times I’ve thought, “I am my own home. I’ve always had to make a home in me. You should learn to do the same. And have the courage to inhabit it. Without. Help.”
Besides, the man of my choosing is coming to paint my kitchen a vibrant shade of green in the morning and I wouldn’t dare miss him (and I’ve been considering a mauve for the bedroom – whatcha think?). Furthermore, I only lie my head down under roofs that motion to all the places where the guns are hidden.
We’ll talk later. The lesson must continue at some other time. I can smell that the Cornish-hen is ready. I can feel the clock approaching quitting time. And I can hear my own baby start to stir in her crib. I left her walls nude. Perhaps her first word will be blue. Again, I will call the man of my choosing and he will oblige to pigment yet another one of my walls with the color of oceans.
I have so much to do. In my own home. Perhaps I should thank you for reminding me?
The womxn in my family don’t understand why I spell womxn with an ‘x’.
It’s because I watched these womxn honor men in spaces far too
sacred to be tainted by misogyny.
Passed down traditions of letting vile creatures break us down until
we are nothing but atoms fleeing persecution.
Continue reading Womxn
What do you expect from a broken woman?
Do not expect honey from the root of her wounds.
Do not take what cannot be given.
Instead, give her the light of your love.
Return unto her the sum of the joy that was taken.
Victoria Angelique –
She is all the things
that which I am not,
her strength goes well beyond the
limitations of brute force,
where I stop to complain and cry,
Continue reading Woman
God Is A Black Femme
God is a Black Femme Her faith is strong and permeated, and she is bound in strength and love. It’s hard to be a woman, but can you imagine the burden as a BLACK woman? Being demonized, sexualized, prejudged at your roots, and historically traumatized? Being told you’re too dark, being told you have a bad attitude and a harsh cold heart? Being mistreated within society and even by some in our own community. Yet we still thrive and still rise to power in all our ingenuity. We keep our integrity, and we keep our heads a spear. Despite all of the pain and suffering over the years. Continue reading God Is A Black Femme
We are the caregivers.
Fluent in the language of prevention
we do the unrecognized labor
that keeps relationships afloat.
Invisible in our efforts we multitask Continue reading On Emotional Labor
She was hope personified
Like an explosion of light
Bursting through a black hole
She made the stars seem dim
Keep your heart and eyes open
Blink and you might miss her