I was born out of a firestorm,
a drunken affair between a lustful Moon and the night.
I am growing into the wings on my back with ash in my lungs and whisky and words dripping from my tongue.
I waded in the water and birthed love and Poetry.
Your eyes are the homeland. I dream of you every night.
Strikingly beautiful, melanin rich.
You, gift me the stars.
I dedicate my breath — my words.