Ay planet Mars, see how my heart softens just beneath the breast bone? How my breaths have grown deeper? Feel all the love shining through my skin and hair? How my curves and lines take their time? How choosy the pose? How that pink vintage held my breasts longer than any suitors? How vulnerable is watching cause vulnerable is me? How I manifest what I need and it shows me kindness? How vivid the dreams. Root healer. Won’t she do it? A healing taking place.
You knew your flame would burn fast that’s why you kept me on my toes and so close to your heart. Happy 38th solar ascension to you David. Trust you’re learning more than everything and receiving all my love out their in the cosmos!
Today I celebrate my brothers legacy. He reminded me before he ascended that I should leave my legacy of Grace before I go. Thank you little bro for that burning reminder.
Met a beautiful group of Sudanese Afrikan refugees today. They shared stories of the home they left behind, happy times, culture, language now plagued with oppression, genocide, violence. I move for Darfur. I resist for Darfur. Sending healing through dance to uplift in spirit and body. For ancestors songs!
To the person I love most in the universe. My brave side. Leo with the biggest Lion heart. Cheers to words, memories and a failed chocolate cake just for you! You would be reaching 38 young blood. 10 yrs. Damn! How time feels. Rest on little brother…
Ancestors, we are winning despite how things may appear or feel. That our disappointments must be the source of our inspiration. That our lives are not defined by the problems we face.
Still I can smell the cesspool. All this really stinks. Thick air. Children in cages. Women groomed as little girls to never tell. Holding her brothers box of ashes with bare hands. White folk moving into the only hoods our black skin ever touched.
No time. No space for us to grasp or grip or grieve, yet we breathe, we hold you in high regard. Always. We know your truth leads our way. Rest in love and light to all those that have surrendered their breath. Thank you for this bit of peace you left behind.
Take a breath. Life is beautiful. The weeds, flowers, sunshine, our perfect hearts. The sensation of skin touching. Fresh and supple and together. Deep. Slow sex in the morning. Footsies. These are just moments. And in-betweens. And I just want to never stop loving like my life depends on because well my life does depend on it.