Writings

Night Cap

This is bullshit. It was supposed to turn out differently.

Last night I gave you the stars.

All you gave me was a mess. Stained sheets, wild hair, a leg cramp, and nothing to show for it. With you, I felt more alone than I  ever have.

Now you wanna blow up my phone? 

Call me ‘bae’ and take me out?

I just want to forget you ever existed.

I don’t need someone with all the right kindling and none of the flame. 

I just want to feel alive. 

Writings

Declaration of a Negress

I was caged, and free all at once. It happened so suddenly that I almost didn’t take notice.

I had become Africa.
It happened over night.
I went to bed in cotton and awoke in Ankara.
Shame of my people melted clean off of my skin.
It pooled around me and chilled like wax.
I walked through fire for this.
This unshakeable pride.
This inane ability to place the world upon my chest, a mobi wrap.

I am Africa.
From the ark of creation I sprang forth,
Tithing this modern people in my own womb.

It happened so quickly.
Woke, they call it.
I looked in the mirror that morning and realized I had grown another eye.
Placed gently upon my forehead
There it was, open and staring at me.
I gazed upon it with the two I had always known, and I was touched with previous knowledge of it’s presence.
In it’s stare I saw the universe, the way, the truth, and the light.

Guided through this experience with caution I had become aware.
Aware of the land writhing in me.
From, Cairo to Lagos and beyond.

My blood pure and red, runs through me.
Through Africa.

Suddenly, I felt a kindred bond with this place I have never even been.
Course lands and pride.
It was like I had known it,
Intimately my entire life.
Motherland, they call it.

Even now as I spill these words, these secrets, this water.
I feel it.
Calling to me,
And like a prophet,
I’ve come to spread the holy word.