𝒱𝑒𝓃𝓊𝓈 𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝒸𝑒𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝑒.
𝑅𝑒𝓉𝓇𝑜𝑔𝓇𝒶𝒹𝑒: 𝒹𝑜𝓃’𝓉 𝑔𝑜,
𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓎,
𝒶𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝒾𝓇𝒸𝓁𝑒
𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓀𝒶𝓇𝓂𝒾𝒸 𝒸𝓎𝒸𝓁𝑒,
𝓌𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒.

She wails into a deep cry,
feeling the Spirit detach and say it’s goodbyes to the body of earth,
It has always known.
Separation beyond the skies into the unknown, she cries.

Weeping for the collection of souls,
lost for the cause.
Her heart made aware of their dimming flames,
to be preserved within her.

I am of the past,
the present, and the future;
reminiscent reflections of incomplete potential.
Never satisfied with the present,
I seek a brighter image.
A confident black woman fulfilled.

𝑳𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔,
𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝑰 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒎𝒆?
𝑨𝒎 𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒈
𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆, 𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒎 𝑰
𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑱𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔?

I can see the world inside your eyes,
a planetarium for display.

I can see the night of your waters,
buried beneath the ocean’s blue.
I can feel the temperature drop deep,
into the dark of the depths,
and the creatures that hide there.

I appreciate your mixture of blues.
From the sea onto the skies,
A light paint splashed heavy,
like the flow of your tides.

Your clouds are steamy dreams,
accents to highlight your moon.

I am in awe of your stars,
uplifting flames of motivation;
unmatched to the lion of your sun.

Clearest of all, I see your gift,
your world of authentic love and truth.