you ever ponder what your personal heaven looks like? ever imagine it?
in mine, Black women and men are no longer broken, merely appearing whole, held together by forgotten bandages. they are holy. wholly. there is a deep sense of community and belonging, to one another. being with each other feels like being in the comfort of solitude. we share. we take care. we nurture. we grow. we inherently see beauty and value within each other, and we honor it. fully, we see each other. we’re familial, familiar in all arrangements. all relationships. there is peace. life is still life, but we at least at home have peace. we’re protected by proximity to one another. so many shades of brown. gold flecks. iridescent swirls. curls. rhythmic pulse. clashing harmony. pleasure and play. ebbs and flows. we’re still human but..
we’re free.
that’s how i imagine it.
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