#blacksummerhymn

Was it not my mother and her mother (and her mother’s mother and her mother…) who birthed the night, pushing a millennium of stars through their inner thighs to breathe life into me? Was it not my father and my brothers who carry the moon on their backs and rally the tides that cleanse the wombs of my sisters and I? Is it not I—daughter, sister, lover, woman, beauty, intellect—that commanded the Sun to bow down and make way for my midnight blanket of skin?

My father and mother emptied their pockets to fly above blue earth, devouring the Atlantic like a newborn suckling on his mother’s breast.

I made a new sideblog to write down my thoughts and poetry and such. I'm hoping I stick to script this time and don't turn this into something I'll get bored of, again. I hope to transfer my quiet energy and format it as words to reflect onto and to serve as some sort of "entertainment" for others.