Trailing Stardust. n. d. prude

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      Prelude

      Dear Friend,

      When thinking of a name for this collection, I refused to take it lightly, so I waited for the perfect title to latch on to me. Like all my projects, I wanted this title to be meaningful.

      After reading, When They Call You A Terrorist: A Black Lives Matter Memoir by Patrisse Cullors & Ashe Bandele, I was introduced to research from Astrophysicist Karel Schrijver and Professor Iris Schrijver regarding humans being made of stardust. This phenomenal research will, indeed, be engraved in my memory forever because it changed my perspective.

      Through Christianity, I was taught that the first human was formed from the dust of the ground, which translated to dirt for me. I felt I had been formed from something disgraceful. Disgraceful enough for us to protect our ashes from it once the breath of life escapes us.

      For a while it bothered me because, I mean... I don’t like dirt. I know no one who’s thrilled about nor cherishes dirt even in my adult life. The negative connotation had left a scar on my confidence. However, after reading how intertwined we really are with the universe we live in, the couple’s research placed a completely different connotation on that scripture for me. It encouraged me to admire God’s creativity more than ever before.

      What a beautiful way to admire one’s self image by acknowledging yourself as a light in this world formed from lights that adorn this world? Knowing that you possess the same admirable energy as the moon and the stars we gaze? Being able to process that you give even seemingly dead things a sense of purpose? Doesn’t that make you feel more important? Worthy? Beautiful?

      Like all artists, I leave remnants of myself throughout my bodies of work, subconsciously. You are now following my trail of stardust. After years of being afraid to put my art out there, I came to the realization that our words give us power. I'd rather live in my truth, hoping to make at least one person feel seen or understood as oppose to saying nothing at all. While reading, you will be stargazing the reincarnations of my mind, heart, and soul from various periods of my life thus far. I am honored to share these words with you.

      May they lead you towards clarity, healing and redemption.

      Be inspired.

      n. d. prude

Magician

      Reciprocation, Lack Thereof

      All things beautiful latch on to you

      Finding refuge in the nooks and crannies of your insecurities

      How paranoid is she

      To have doves resting among her crown of glory

      With no peace inside

       Have they noticed

       Her lifeless strut

       Or the grit in her grunts

      She is more than a strong black woman.

      There are needs of hers that remain unmet.

      God's Got a Blessing

      That black girl felt joy as the summer sun rays bounced from cheek to cheek

      Her heart no longer hardened

      She experiences freedom for the first time

      She experiences what it feels like to be in love with life itself

      To have optimism seeping from every window of her soul

      Dancing in her eyes as of flickering flames

      That black girl found love again

      She found peace of the purest kind

      That black girl is alive

      Childish Soap Opera

      Wreck me Ralph until you realize I've gone Looney Tunes

      Fight me until there's nothing left

      Because at the end of it all we'd have Dragon Tales

      Ancient tragedies written in braille

      Legends I'd be happy to tell if I could ever get next to you

      The last night I saw you

      You were covered in Red Riding through the Hood chasing Little Bills

      I can't blame you for the life you live because I know Snow White pays the bills

      I was your Cinderella hoping you'd chase me until I saw your closet full of glass heels

      So let me be honest

      I wanna be in love like The Flints instead of finding comfort in Ed, Edd, and Eddie

      I'm trying to see us fly high like The Jetsons even though your Power Puffs are still on standby

      I wanna be the reason you tell your homies you "Gotta Blast"

      So until Ugly Duckling becomes the Swan

      You can Wreck me Ralph until you realize I've gone Looney Tunes

      Fight me until there's nothing left

      Because at the end of it all we'd have Dragon Tales

      Ancient tragedies written in braille

      Legends I'd be happy to tell if I could ever get close to you

      Soul Ties

      You had me

      Flat on my back suffering from cardiac

      Arrest me should still be carved on your backside

      Captured by thick thighs and non-existing waist lines

      You had become my phone-a-friend

      -My lifeline-

      Confessions

      The scariest thing is that you won't be here for my lifetime

      I'm already afraid to lose you

      I'm Letting You In

      Your existence weighs heavy on my heart,

      Drips down like vanilla in high noon,

       My God,

       Who wouldn't want to water you?

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