Tender boys who grew up wit they Grammy
And all her cats
Left to sit back
Cuz when he walk, he got a switch back
That earned him tenure at her house
Sweet as pie and quiet as a mouse
Played in the yard, barely left the house
Boys like him was hushed at an early age
At the early stage
When da men dem peep his ways
His true self died at an early age
Like his body did, from AIDS
If I could take a turn back of the page
I would hug him so tight
Let him know that it’s alright
To love and to like...who you like
To be who you be
As you would like to walk these island streets
Bey I wish I was older when we did meet
I just remember the smile
The smile that showed me early, it was ok to be the Sun
even if some folks prefer shade…
I remember you.
I honor you.
I love you.
My first known queer Ancestor
I remember ✨🕊
So. More and more I’m realizing & I guess accepting that all you can do is give/send people Love, & hope that it is received from the same place from where it was sent: an unselfish one.
Strange & Beautiful, Indeed.
Her eyes. Searching.
Always searching for something
Find what she had been seeking, quietly, after seeking first, the Creator. Seeking first herself; her true love.
- I placed my hand directly on the thumping of her chest
This is my Gold.
& behold you:
my king. My Goddess. My High Priestess. The Empress.
Own your power as I do mine
Sent to me in human form directly from Divine
I give thanks.
It’s gud shyt!”