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Again, us black women are descendants from clouds. Like… can we talk about it more? Ngewo’s soul is imbued within our ethereality.
How our baby hairs reside amongst the surface of our hairlines, outlining the cautious curls of cirrus. How the oppressive heat causes our slicked, ulotrichous buns to melt into undulatus asperatus clouds, ones that we cannot stand. Even some of our patterns resemble pannus with the way our seraphic ringlets of tousled curls drape and tumble down our scalp. Then our nubilous, gloss-imbued lips glint of noctilucence when the orphic maiden of the night accentuate the shine upon the billowy exterior. How our skin—
And our skin, oh our skin, something that is suffused with murky mysteries, charmed a plethora of cloud gazers; ones that gained the audacity to stare, point, giggle, and determine without an ounce of anthropologic consideration. And yet they’ll run when the hue of the clouds are darkened with what they deem as murder or violence. They’ll fear, they’ll flee, they’ll gossip and gulp, but they’ll never in their lives worship what the cumulonimbus clouds, or infamously known as “thunder clouds”.
Thunder clouds? How absurd… Please, respect our titles. It’s cumulonimbus. But it’s “too hard to remember”, right? Thunder clouds are more memorable for your kids, right? Allows them to acknowledge us as malicious, right?
It’s not our fault for having the ineffable passion of a supercell cloud. It’s not our fault for reacting volatilely after they, yes, they, clouded us with blatant illusions and ratchet assumptions. Yet we’re the villains for simply… being on defense? Befitting, it seems.
If I had to do it all over again, I would love you. I would love deeply with all the fibers of my being. I would love you more than all the words ever written about love. My heart would never break because your love is the armor. Your love is my safest place besides the thoughts of my mind. Your love heals and transforms the terrors of my past. Your love transcends the fickle love I once knew. And I would love you. More than the vibration when the oceans meets the sea. And I would love you. More than a child unaware of the inequities of the world, with the ability to love freely. I would you more than the unknown. And I would love you.
The perfect ease of grain
Time enough to spill
The flavor of a woman carried through the rain.
Honey-talk tongues
Down home dreams
A rushed by shapely prayer.
Evening lips part to hush
Questions raised at dawn.
The melon yields another slice.
Fingers understand.
Ecstasy becomes us all.
Red cherries become jam.
Deep juvenile sleep
A whistle trace
White shorelines in green air.
Welcome doors held open
When goodbye is "So long."
The perfect poise of grain
Time enough to spill
The flavor of a woman remembered on a train.
Written by Toni Morrison
A day late because my cat laid on me and I fell asleep writing this.
Audre Lorde
Lorde was born in 1934, the youngest of three daughters to Caribbean immigrants. As a child, she began memorizing poetry and reciting it to express her emotions, reflecting later that she had begun to think in poetry. At age 12 she began writing her own poetry. Lorde ended up attending Hunter College High School, a school for gifted students. It was during this time-period that she published her first poem in Seventeen magazine, and participated in poetry workshops. After high school, she spent a year at the National University of Mexico, where she confirmed her identity as a poet and a lesbian. Afterwards, Lorde attended Hunter College, and then Columbia University, earning a master's in library science. In 1962 Lorde married Edwin Rollins, a gay man, to protect both their identities. The couple had two children and divorced in 1970. During her career as a writer and professor, Lorde published works on feminism, blackness, injustice, motherhood, sexuality, and her fight with cancer. Notable works include From A Land Where Other People Live, Coal, Sister Outsider, The Black Unicorn, The Cancer Journals, and Zami: A New Spelling of My Name. Lorde also helped found Kitchen Table: Women of Color Press, Women's Coalition of St. Croix, and Sisterhood of Support Sisters in South Africa, and was New York's State Poet from 1991-1992. She also influenced the Afro-German movement in Berlin. Lorde died of breast cancer in 1992, living in St. Croix with her partner Gloria Joseph.