“You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars…”
- Max Ehrmann
The night is my sister.
We both wear the skin of darkness,
hum music of the wind,
clutch leaves of love in our hands like currency,
carry the heat of stars in our mouths,
fold the desire of respect
in our long arms like fresh laundry,
and watch the moon, that round tiara of light,
crown our heads with such conviction
it dares anyone to challenge
the beauty of our blackness.
- Loretta Diane Walker
Published in 94 Creations Literary Journal and forthcoming in In This House