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Dear Black girl,
your symphony unfolds into me, never let me go
I hear your song
in the hectic of the day and the quiet of the night, in the middle of nowhere, near and far — out of sight, we are interconnected like the rhythm that sways through the notes on a song sheet
play it again sister, I’ll dance to your heartbeats like I dance to a drum, beneath the sky light — you listen as I hum
you’re not alone, I am a movement for the defence of your every bone
in the sound of every syllable of your name, our patterns, all our colours, through our every shade — our songs play every note, I hear them all — even when they get stuck in our throats
you and I — we are daughters of Eve and African Queens, the embodiment of Amina, Yaa Asantewa, Makeda and Nefertiti
carrying the weight of the world on your back, your hip bone, your shoulders, your head, the burden of promise of a new world from this old world — resting in your womb
you are water — soft and strong, you’ve fully got this love, you’re so far from hopeless, like the phoenix making new beginnings right at the end
when you shed tears, we all cry oceans of Black waves — drowning our sorrows until it’s alright…
