The Good Part

Hyper focused on ascension

Spiritual awareness playing in a constant loop

The part where it gets ugly and raw and exposed

Though it’s evident that empowerment

will lead me to the Promised Land

But when I get there, the creativity stops,

the vocals settle,

the expression begins to fade

But then I think of you, the Black woman that inspires me,

and I wonder if you ever wanted to hear about the good part.

The part where my stomach feels looser

and the tears dry up

and the grasp around my neck finally sets me free

What about the good part?

Where the hair rinse

With aromas of sage and rosemary

rolls down the coils of my mane

and the nubs of my fingers

rub against colorful fibers

as I braid my hair

and smile at myself in the mirror.

What about the good part?

When I enter the world again

boldly and prideful

When I’m elated for the journey I just embarked on

When the surety of who I am

radiates from my Black skin.

What about the good part?

When I witness other beautiful Black people

dancing to the beat of joy

And I witness their white smiles

and their belting laughter

And I witness the brown skinned couple

kissing in the corner

because they’re so happy to find love

Where’s the good part?

Where I find gratitude in the space I’m in

When I choose joy amidst of chaos

When I love on me on purpose.

I think it’s time to write about The Good Part.