Like all Black Women Before Me, I Created You.
Destiny Mae | @destiny27mae
You must know
That my lips kissed the sky
and gave you your stars
The air in my lungs raises the
hair on your skin, and carries
sweet melodies in the wind
You must know
That my hips bare the fruit you eat
You must feel shame
To stand this close to the universe
To do nothing but mumble
Poor Creature.
You must be astonished
To have existence itself fall for you
Does it wound you?
To know that I am your home?
That I carry the ocean in my belly
And moulded the mountains with the hands
That yearn for the love of yours
Why do you exhaust me?
When I have given you nothing but
Myself?
The air you breathe, the water you bathe in
Are all of me.
Creature, I am your life.
Tell me then, why am I not enough?
Poor Creature,
Why am I still aching over you?
