Onyx skin against the noon-day Sun. Bless me with this embrace.

Death of black messiahs

Secrets are never taken to graves the dust screams underneath our souls no six feet deep solitude will undo your actions the soil bears witness.

The energy it takes to walk tall with your head held up in defiance, when all you want to do is surrender.

He said, "Don't deep dive into a cereal bowl"I say, "Don't use a bread slice as a springboard."..nothing deep. all surface. just how we like it.

Catch fireflies in flight, crinkle grass under your toes and know that you are always beloved always beautiful .... a dream within a dream.

Since I can't have you tell me where I can find others like

Maybe the struggle is to keep us humble

It's the thrill of the game the lions preys before devouring says grace and amen.