the radical thing is to
love without fear
without fear of
who i’m gonna be
or who i was
preserving my heart & soul
like the jars of jams packed above the stove
in mama’s kitchen —
to be black
to be blue
to be in this skin
in a world that wants nothing to do with u
is to be
or government intervention,
so we grow self-preservation in our windowsill gardens
and mold our bones into gold cuz
bLACK gIRLS cOME fROM tHE fUTURE!
where else can we live
when our existence is fugitive?
we had nowhere else to run to
but the arms of an infinite sky
where we never had to decolonize our minds because
we were never colonized in the first place
and never had to prove that we mattered in the first place
because the earth held us in her waters and
reminded us that our worth does not disappear just because white folks
refuse to see that it’s there.
don’t worry baby
u ain’t got to prove nothing no more.
u are sacred &
u glow ya hear
u are here.