Black McGill (No.1)

Children Of The Sun // Shaa Bailey & we walk with our spines vertical & our shoulders firmly lodged back, forcing our breast to kiss the sun & our foreheads to shimmer. & with our heads raised, making home to Crowns made of burgundy and wine colored linens, & Golds & Topazes Rubies & Amethysts. & with Emeralds swinging heavy from our lobes, & Gewone Troupant feathers dancing from our lashes. & with Africa in our follicles, & Akan drums embedded in our hips.

Ankhs in our wombs & virgin oils in our wrist.

With finely braided tongues & heavily woven fingers & Acrylics and pastels spread thick upon our skin. & sentences descended, from our forefathers, stained like poetry amongst our nail beds.

With lips fat and full, injected with nectar and laced with prophecies.

Our eyes magnified & our toes fastened. & HE has crafted our hearts from metal, & our bones from cement, & blessed us with bamboo like veins. & He has painted us in Ebony, hinting that we are children of the Sun. & He has written us hymns to sing, long before our chords were stolen.

Long before, Sand & rivers & sidewalks & continents. & trees.

HATE. & Scorn. & He had whispered in the eyes of our ancestors, that tribulation will stain our soles But callused skin will form upon our heels. & we will continue to walk. with our spines vertical & our shoulders firmly lodged back, forcing our breast to kiss the sun.

So it is written, so it shall be done