I was around 12 when i first read for colored girls
almost a teenager
ntozake ‘her own things’ made words dance in my head that I didn’t quite understand yet
words like choreopoem and love
i’m not sure i have a good grip on either concept now, actually
i was 15 when i read the book again
almost ready to date
already making too much room for Beau, Willie, and Brown
boys hell-bent on destroying all of our lives
i was 17 and outside St. Louis
dead and dangling things everywhere
i found god(dess)among them
i am god(dess) among them.
and at the end of every rainbow is somebody
almost on the verge of seeing her beauty in full color
for the first time.
May the poet/prophetess find peace and rest on the other side of her rainbow.