Deep talk. Going down way into the soul, Penetrating something you never knew existed. How did you get here? You have gone, too far.
Before I learned there were entire histories, worlds, ripped from the bosoms of my foremothers shackled to the floors of ships. Before I knew that being made in God’s image did not include my blackness.
As soon as you say “I can’t,” you have given yourself an out and inevitably set you up for failure.
“It shook me from the inside out, rattling my bones, dismantling my core. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak. All I could do was wait. Wait until my lungs expanded and allowed oxygen back into my system, wait until feeling returned to every nerve in my body, wait until the mass of muscle inside my skull began to process everything again. Some call it shock. All I know is that there was a deep and powerful eruption from within me, and its debris sliced and seared my flesh, causing all my senses to shut down.”
“I don’t know if it was love; if I was in love. At the time, it felt like it must have been, or at least a very close approximation-a counterfeit almost as good as the original”
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