If their eyes are mystic blue flowers
My eyes hold the dark depths of the sea
If their eyes are dewy green bay leaves
My eyes are the shadows cast by light
If their eyes are gleaming precious stones
My eyes are sharp obsidian blades
If their hair glints like a pot of gold
My hair bears the sheen of raven wings
If their hair cascades like hot lava
My hair dances with the grace of smoke
If their hair drips warm as honey milk
My hair pours the sacred cacao
I have never been their lesser
Nor are they my inferior
Both reflections of the divine
Look to the pantheons of old
Offerings honored night and day
For each ruled the sky their own way
About the Creator
Jyn Arro
Eclectic artist spanning digital art, writing, poetry, and design. My works explore themes of spirituality, beauty, femininity, queerness, and my mixed-indigenous, Xicana ancestry. Socials: @jynarro | JynArro.com | USC SCA first-gen alum.
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