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we are beloved
words dance through our air and we breathe in so deeply the pieces of us
every exhale is an understated — yet powerful request for mercy, to be untethered from the chaotic, the destructive distractions — the unnecessary
somewhere, between the ink and the page, a paradise we witness as freedom — sets us free
ancestors open their arms and welcome you home as you leave our today, but — you are a lighthouse, holding us up with your gaze, and in return — we light up your name and you remain to keep lighting a way
we are left challenged to fly, be limitless — stay free, remember whose shoulders we stand on, spread others wings as they battle through life and its controversies
we can choose to live well, be useful in the disruption of an oppressive narrative that seeks our demise, but will ultimately only succeed in swallowing its tongue and eating itself alive
let go of everything and hold onto love, this is truly — the only measure of us
we are the Ocean, wild waves, we are Poetry
we are stardust, star people, we are the alchemy
Authors note: For mum — Happy Birthday. For Toni Morrison — Thank you. For us — the Dearly Beloved. 🖤
