Angelita Hampton is a writer, visual artist, activist, sister, and daughter. She identifies as a Black feminist revolutionary inspired by and dedicated to social justice.
What golden pink and lovely skies do sunsets make before my eyes? What lush of green that smells so fresh is drifting in through doors of mesh?
Air to water
First, exhale. Take a few deep breaths. Spend a couple of minutes right now, relaxing into yourself, imagining possibility surrounding you and flowing all around you,
the silvery sliver of midnight blue skies, winks at me as it delivers its goodnight, laying me down in lullabies of boughs breaking like limbs in doubt.
America the OZ and Emerald City
Hatred is a glowing bile like radioactive chartreuse shards shocking skin as pointed poignancies of polemics against me, ripping apart
Black magic I am black as the magic of survival, and as dark as misnamed places in thought where people hide me.
I am tiger eye and bloodstone fiercely looking back and unattainable. I am amber waves caught in time, with resin sealing transparent wounds
Soundtrack of Survival:
Released the month after I was born, Gloria Gaynor's “I Will Survive,” must have been quietly playing in the background of my life.
I am the color of the places I have been
Nola, flowering with butterflies dancing the blues and singing jazz like the color of night breaking into day. Chicago, Graceland West