A heaven for Black Girls

Braiding on golden stoops

 

Rattail against scalp sacred

Part all kinks like a red sea

 

Clapbacks always chased by lightning

Spinning spirituals from every song

 

Walk down the street

 

And make maps with our feet

push broken/bleeding/bent out of our bodies

Hips first

 

There's an Auntie on every corner

somewhere

In a church hat circled by the solar system

She smells like the cherry glossed

vanity in your grandma’s room

musky sweet

Lipstick

Slightly smudged

on your cheek

 

Down the block

Double Dutch the new waltz

Ashy, children’s trashtalk

 

 

No one’s ever heard a siren

 

And all my people safe

for once

 

No word for gunshot

Or break

The only thing you say when you leave is

“See you later”

And you do

And skittles only food

And all my people kept

on their own accord

 

And we all forget

how an earthquake feels in our chests

 

And everyone

makes it home

Each time