Samira

Not too long ago I wrote a ramble about galaxies

I think In a different world I did major in astrophysics

In a different world my surface curiosity was a deep seeded passion

I searched the galaxies for answered to the future and found them

Im my life as Nova Rose Greene

I discovered 12 moons floating in our new galaxy

I found 1 planet

And I named it Waytoz

not for anything specific

But because it sounded good

I also discovered many many black holes

It’s my specialty

I’m the black space lady

I’m the one who made it possible for us to touch stars

I’m the one who paved the way for humans to exist beyond our current ways

I Allowed us to observe parts of the universe we knew nothing about

I pointed us in the right direction

And In another life

It makes the difference

In another life many many young women take to the stars

Many young women travel beyond their blocks, their states, their countries, their worlds

Many young people dream of infinite possibilities

And space gave them the opportunity to discover Beyond the infinite

Women are human , and humans do whatever their curiosity, imagination, and hearts lead them to do.

Not the words and rules created by other humans.

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The only thing I have to do

Is be obedient to my maker

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Treat everyone you meet as if they are god in drag

Ram Dass

If this is what God calls today

I can’t wait to see tomorrow

Do you feel me?

Do you see me?

I know you see me

But can you feel me?

What do you see?

What do you feel?

Does it match what I see?

What I feel?

Can you see what I feel?

Do I exude?

Do I absorb?

Do I reflect?

what if ..

Can you feel me?

A story and a Ramble

A little girl rides a bike into a candy shop

The shop owner hands her a lollipop the size of her head. She gives the owner a dollar, they give her back a nickel.

The little girl takes the nickel over to a jukebox and slides it thought the slot.

Her lollipop hits a buttons before she can even tip toe high enough to look into the glass.

A reggae rock guitar burst out of the juke box

The little girl jumps back in astonishment

The guitars blares and snares

It twist and turns until the little girl has risen to her feet to dance with the music of the moment

A women comes running into the shop

She sees her daughter dancing with this music and snatched her up

DONT EVER LEAVE MY SITE

She drags the little girl out and leaves the shop in a warmth that awaits its next customer

Mother and daughter travel down the street

Daughter waves at each person they pass

The flower man and his beautiful bouquet hair piece

The waiter taking a smoke outside the cafe

The old women feeding a stray cat

The three kids skipping rope outside of an adbandon convience store

They travel to the end of the next street, Where mother places daughter next to her on the bench.

Waiting for the next bus.

A jogger and his dog run by

The little girl counts the clouds in the sky

And older couple approaches the bench.

The little girl jumps up to make room

“oh no sweet heart”

“We’re doing just fine”

“Take a seat”

“We insist”

THANKS!

“And so polite”

“How old are you my dear

The girl looks to her mother for confirmation to talk to these strangers

“Oh she’s just shy”

“Oh I bet”

“Well you’re a very pretty young thing”

“Georgous as a goddess”

“And I’m sure just as smart as any princess would be? Am I right”

YES

She speaks with no hesitation

The compliments brought roses to her cheeks

And a smile that stretched to reveal each section of teeth

“OH WOW”

“THAT SMILE”

“what’s the square root of 144”

12!

“OOOOOOOOO”

Collectively everyone exclaims

The bus pulls up

They’re ready to go

And for the first time

All day the little girl is greeted with a white face behind the doors and behind the wheel

How many white faces did you see?

How many black faces?

How many different colors did you imagine?

How many shapes?

What about about bodies?

Who were these people

Who were they to you

If you saw them differently did it change the story

What story?

Why them

What happened

What if this was all just to tell you a story about black faces

Black faces

BLACK faces

Black bodies

Black conciseness

Maybe I wanted to imagine a flower bouquet on a black mans head

Now that he’s black do you see an Afro?

Or is he bald?

Is he identified as he biologically?

Or socially

Why him

Why flowers

What’s his story

What’s the girls story

Who does she become

How does she see the world

What is the world

What world do we want

What world do we see

What world do we hear

What world do we know

What

What

What why

What

Huh

Okay.

Black face

Not paint

Black face

Face

Human

A story of people who reflect what we know and what we don’t know.

The close and the unknown, the unexplored, the ... question mark? What did we really do here?