Power Rising 2019

I’m leaving IAD
Headed to where the Black Women convene
A tight fist forming in my stomach
And a sudden realization as the plane ascends
That the ground has always been there
Greens and browns so distinctly natural
I mistook my bare feet for the roots of an oak tree
And watered myself, often and tenderly

My chest heaves and tears prick the corners of my eyes as
I sink into this unfamiliar shade of blue
Bright and ethereal as god herself
When she
Placed it here
And sent me to the place where black women go
To dance, to heal, and be
Our most untethered selves
So I could see what she sees
Catching my grandmother’s eyes in the clouds
And her voice on the faint hiss of wind rushing past me before
The ground soon becomes blurred by clouds
And I’m lost to the heavens
The long home of my ancestors

I’ve craned my neck so many days to send my voice here
Where prayers go and root…
Where I’ll always be.

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