From the waking sun to the setting of the moon. I am cognizant of my existence on this plain. My ancestors are alive in me and whisper in my ear. “Do not ever forget.” I can’t. Every time I look in my mirror. I’m well aware of my blackness. It’s not just a skin color; it’s the essence of knowing where time began. It’s acknowledging that thought, language and innovation began with those who were born from the darkness. Sculpted by God. The stars know our name. Galaxy children. Born to fly with the angels. We are divinity in the flesh.
A song echoes through my soul. Music is life. It gives me joy. And never ending hope.
I lost a really good friend last week. I was sad. He knew me from way back when. Memories of grade school go through my mind. Not many of us are blessed to have friends who knew us before we “became” who we think we are. They knew us before we started living to other folk’s expectations.
That’s why I stayed away from the “special folk.” You gotta sell your soul just to get through the door. There’s nothing on this earth that could afford to me. God’s price of my existence can’t be measured by man’s feeble definition of worth. I am a King’s child.
When you vibe from the universe and your mind takes you beyond the Milky Way. What else is there than can surpass the heavens? I think of the speciality that is within me. Really, how do you define uniqueness wrapped in the extraordinary? I’m not from here.
And Erykah Badu sings about an orange moon, I’m wondering if it’s really blue.
What is Blackness? What really is it? It’s not just a skin color. No. It’s space. It’s beyond the galaxy. It’s deepness. It’s mystery. It’s undefinable. The sun is the only thing that is close to its power.
Whatever it IS. I am it.