Black Girl Sorrows

Black girl sorrows.

Every girl has her own song

and I cannot match the exact harmonies to her masterpiece,

so, I will strum my own.

All of this in hopes that perhaps—

we can strike the same chord.

Match similar frequencies.

Imagine being blessed by the sun,

skin touched by father night,

freckled with stars and moons.

Imagine being kissed by the image of God,

given air to revive lungs from unconsciousness.

To become animated.

To be shifting through a world in which your worth is set upon 500 odd years of rewritten history.

Black girl sorrow is being divinely feminine and not being acknowledged for the fact.

Being the spark of movements, the trendsetter and go-getter.

It is crashing as silently as the poisoned oceans. It is roaring and deafening.

It's something like always searching for another tomorrow—

Yet, it is not perpetual, only passing.

And so, we carve our sorrows, our anguish,

and greatest joys into the cosmos.

We drag our pencils edge with crackles of light.

Did you listen close enough?

To the hisses, to the sighs of breath, to the harmonies?

Did you listen?