Origin Stories

origin story #1

My black is a story of night and day.
My black is a story of mud and clay.

origin story #2

I am both
the stem and the seed
of a shadow and its echo.

origin story #3

spilled my shadow into silhouette
before black became goth
before black become gone.

origin story #4

I am the black
before blackboards
ever spoke through chalk.

Auntie Assata

We know revolution is a thorn studded fruit tree fenced in barbed wire painted to look like roses.