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For the Queer and Black youth that make life worth living and Black queer ancestors including Audre Lorde.
For those of us who live in the waves
Floating upon the pushes of our ancestors that speak to us
through the gentle and assertive ripples
For those of us who indulge
the stationed dreams of choice
And the passing dreams of shame
Who love in hallways, going then choosing to not return
In the minutes between bathroom breaks
Strutting with head held high
Living visions of brighter futures with gratitude at once
Seeking a now that can breed sweet
futures
Like fruit snacks and apple pie in our scholars mouths
So their dreams taste like than honey
Courage goes beyond what we imagined
Living Unapologetically as themselves. Period.
Our mothers milk was the love they could provide
for by this trauma has passed
in hopes to stagger our power from being recognized
We were never meant to survive
We were never meant to thrive
Our ancestors provide abundance in their after life
This possibility of safety to be found
their presence affirmed us
Intuitions stronger with each coming generation
When we speak we worry
Our words will vanish
When you speak we are proud
There’s no such thing as too loud
Powerful voices remain as vivid memories
Threads and receipts are no longer necessary
the world must learn the lessons composed carefully like your existence
When the sun rises we are no longer afraid
The light lives within you
When the sun sets we are no longer afraid
dreams turn to day each rising morning reflected in your laughter and anger
When the love returns
Healing is bound to blossom
For all of us this instant and this triumph
Confidently growing into your ancestors wildest dreams
So it is better to be
remember
we will continue to thrive