I.

I could write myself as the person i wanted to be. The person i need when i’m down on my knees. Hands raised like the villain that’s facing defeat.

Hands raised like God had forsaken me. But hands raised means i’m calling out to them?

I could write myself as everything that isn’t the darker parts of my history. Everything light and bubbly. But we’re all hurting to some degree.

Some of us hurt each other. Some of us hold hurt until it causes us to lash out. Or tuck it deeper within.

Some of us write to be new people. To live vicariously through our fictional selves. But the way outta this place for me is to write everything I am.

Everything that crushes me. Eveything that reminds me i’m human and i’m hurting too. Everything that connects me atomically to all. Truth.

I also write everything that makes me. I write her into everything because she has taken my soul to places that are beyond the words i could say. And beyond the things i can express anywhere but here. She literally is what Black Girl Magic means.

And i know that protecting her Beautiful black soul is a hard task. One that will crush me. One that will remind me that i’m human. But i’m up for every challenge. And i’m up to “volunteering as tribute”. I’m up to making sure she knows we are connected through all.

She is my truth.

Just as writing is my truth.

I thank God and the Universe for providing me the words to write my true feelings.

P.s. if you’re reading this drop a comment let me know you’ve been here.

P.s.s. If you’re her… thank you for being you.

~Dave 2022