#inthespiritofbeing

because all moms think their daughters will become ballerinas when they go to dance school.
but not me. i know mines will be.

(smile)

because…black women are divine.

because i’m a devout believer of healing hands and remember finding unknowing solace, firmly planted on the floor, seated between the legs of my mother as she parted, combed, pinned, oiled, braided my hair for the gods.

because til’ this day, i still call on girlfriends with sinks and hands and love to spare.

because i kneel at faucets in kitchens of black households everywhere…black women are my church. 

because…she.
 
“ she is a friend of my mind. she gather me, man. the pieces i am, she gather them and give them back to me in all the right order. 

it’s good, you know, when you got a woman who is a friend of your mind “
 
dear women: find your sisterhood.
grow your power. they are the link.

because black boys be shining, be magic, be gods…
because black boys be smiling, be glowing, be life…

(until…their views are distorted)

because black boys be anything but innocent…
because black boys be targets…

because.

because black boys be shining, be magic…be gods.

because…“come out and play”…is an unspoken language.