Signed, Black Women

The key to connection is melanin.It was written in the etches of his skin. Sewn into his finger tips his finger prints dance across the music in my soul. Black man. Rich like the soil dipping your fingers in my honey until I curl. Black man all I can say is god damn. How’d you get so fine? Not in the rhythm of your speech but in the variations of your mind. Black man. How’d you get so wise? Whether you believe the earth is round pregnant belly, or flat, soda pop, 3 days no lid. You still are the … Continue reading Signed, Black Women

Jour D’Amour

Mon amour, pour aujourd’hui… Holding the ones we love close to our breast in hopes that they won’t turn to doves and fly away taking our love with them. Trust blossoms between our embrace. My love, for today, you are mine. C’est un jour d’amour… When the day of love is within our grasp, we are reminded that nothing lasts forever with the exception of this very moment; looking into the eyes of my beloved. This is a day of love, friendship, openness and desire. Although this day will not last forever, I hope your eyes, that look, does. Mon … Continue reading Jour D’Amour

Sunflower in the Storm

To love is to die and to die is to transform. To transform is to sacrifice and to sacrifice is to blossom in the unknown. A sunflower in the storm. To love is to grow despite challenge. I love my people. I die for them. Murder any conditioning that tells me to fear the melanin. I grin when I see my brothers and rejoice in the presence of my sisters. I raise my arms only to embrace them. I transform for my people. I expand deeper into my roots and I find divinity. The soul that my ancestors breathed into … Continue reading Sunflower in the Storm

Without Permission

We live for the green stamp of approval. Certified, quality guaranteed, 5 star rating.  We trust what we see and recognize others as a reflection of our beliefs.  Imagine if the human form was marked with tattoos of certifications and qualifications. In a world where experience determined your war paint and they would appear like a trophy on the Xbox, “New Ink Unlocked: Paw print of the loyal” Imagine if your flaws were meant to be displayed stitched between the creases of your skin. Imagine the intimacy of empathy between strangers.  I see your scarlet A and therefore see myself … Continue reading Without Permission

Competition

A game between two opposing forces. Good and evil, duality in all senses. Disharmony chaotic cacophony of perfect imbalance on the scales of our destiny. Competing with yourself is a major key. Embracing the inner DJ Kahled shouting “I’m the best!” from gods mountain caverns and from what I’ve been told, only the good die young, so stay bad. Sick with the tenacity of a young person hungry for more, whether 20 years old or 50 or more. Keep your youth. Energy of buzzing successes and divine guidance surrounding all presence, keep competing with yourself. Sift through the sea of … Continue reading Competition

Wisdom

I like quotes because sometimes I feel as though others can more eloquently describe my thoughts. I spend time scouring through every old poetry book looking for the right words, the perfect syllables, and the exact melody to suit my emotions. One day, I found the words “Smile, you’re beautiful!” Three words scrawled in vibrant pink and royal purple marker on an index card, carefully placed in the bottom left hand corner of an old binder with the plastic peeling up.  Three gentle, encouraging words written in cursive by 15 year old me in a place I’d always see it. … Continue reading Wisdom

People Be Like

 Men be like, “I don’t need a woman.” Women be like, “I don’t need a man.” At what point in life do we realize that we need each other? There exists a oneness that is inescapable. We all share this space on Mother Earth. We share similar structures and emotions. We have the same bodies: physical, emotional, mental, and spiritual. We are all expressions of one God. Simply put, we coexist in a balance of characteristics. Duality MUST exist on earth. Life cannot exist without death. Men cannot exist without women, and vice versa. My strong brothers, we need you. We … Continue reading People Be Like

Grateful

I am grateful for the space called loneliness because it’s teaching me to enjoy the company of others when I’m with them. I’m grateful for the space called not yet because it’s teaching me to have the utmost patience when I desire something. I’m grateful for sexlessness because it’s teaching me to honor my temple with only the most godly presence. I’m grateful for silence because it gives me a chance to reflect. I’m grateful for the earth beneath my feet for teaching me stability. I’m grateful for life because I am creating and loving mercilessly. Zera Continue reading Grateful

The Epitome of Strength

Savage Lover Warrior woman Defender of her family; ferocious lioness. Don’t come close to what’s hers She’s sweet, docile until you threaten her love. Her heart walks the earth outside of her protective range One slight nudge and she’d fly into rage. Don’t come close to what belongs to her. With brown eyes burning she’d take off heads Blood dripping from her lips she would do anything Anything to protect her kin Warrior woman Savage lover The epitome of strength is The black mother. Zera Continue reading The Epitome of Strength