Blackness is not a thing that is easy
It builds you
Brick by brick
Bricks hurled at windows and cars and sculls and arms
The same arms that will pick up those bricks
Slather them in mortar and add them to the strength that is our being
We all wear it differently
Own it differently
This blackness
But its there
In our blood and our bones
To be black is to know a sorrow so deep it stems from a place that has no end
No true beginning
Just pulls us forward
It’s fire that burns beneath our skin
Lighting us up
Running like lava through our veins
A constant promise
An ever waiting truth