“victory”

the collective reaction

towards a remembrance of life’s pathways

who we were before this grave tragedy

and those we lost to our metamorphosis

i find our stories like fairy dust

sprinkled between pages, on the shelves of bookcases

places where they prayed our lives slipped through the cracks

i brought my magic out to bring my people back

it would be my life’s victory

to be the key to my world’s history

all of the things they said we could never be

exactly the way we find our wings

southern gothic, black african

we finally find and mend the moment disconnection we were lost in translation

the whispers in the bayou, i know the name of the river

i set my soul free, i make space for this spirit