Vocabulary for Sweetness
I have always believed in sweetnessshould have standards. It should not arrive desperate,powdered, trembling,begging to be chosenfrom behind the bakery glass. No. Sweetness should enterwith a slow hip,a clean hem,a private altar,and a vocabularylarge enoughto know the differencebetween indulgenceand inheritance. Pecan pie knows. She sits at the tableglossed in brown sugar,wearing her amber crown,full of…
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Even Horses Have Limits
Even horses have limits. When a horse does not wantto engage with human interaction,It does not appease the room. It does not perform compliancefor the fragile comfortof someone else’s ego. It does not study anyone’s reactionlike an Oxford Vocabulary dictionary,searching for the correct synonymfor obedience,submission,Or please still approve of me. No. The horse already understandsdiscernment.…
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Wallflower with the Grace of the Dove
I have never needed the roomto understand me immediately. Some women enter like brass.Some enter like perfume.I entered like the ocean before morning,quiet enough to be missed,vast enough to change the shore. Call me wallflower, if you must. I have always knownThere is power in standing near the edge,watching the room reveal itselfbefore I decide…
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The Novice of Alchemy Enters the Room
I used to think wealth arrived wearing shoesthat did not squeak against the floor,some immaculate leather thingwith a driver waiting outsideand a woman named Beatricewho knew whether the water should sparkleor sit still and mind its business. But prosperity, I have learned,is often less ostentatious. Sometimes it enters as rent paid early,a ripe mango cut…
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Every Herb Knows the Way Home
Healing came to methrough the hands of womenwho did not call themselves magical,Though everything they touchedknew how to live again. Basil in the bowl.Rosemary at the door.Cinnamon warms the airlike money had already been receivedthe invitation. My grandmother did not explain power.She stirred it.She hummed it low.She placed salt where salt belongedand let the rest…
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Timeless Melodies of Love
Love enters softly tonight. Not begging.Not bargaining.Not making some grand,perfunctory speechabout foreverwhile still being emotionally absentby Tuesday. No. This love enterslike a saxophone noteslipping through a velvet room,smooth, sonorous,dangerously calm,with the kind of confidencethat does not needto announce itself. It simply arrives. And I know the arrivalwhen I feel it. I have known menwho mistook…
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Entering July in Jubilee
I enter JulyWith my hips fluent in optimism,My shoulders refuse the obsolete griefthat once tried to rent a room in my bodywithout paying a deposit. No, beloved.The lease is up. I have become too discerningto mistake chaos for chemistry,too luminousto negotiate with dim rooms,too well-seasonedto call every interruption a prophecy. July arrives in a linen…
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A Sure Thing
I have stopped mistaking exhaustionfor devotion. There was a timeI thought tenacity meantwalking through every stormwith a composed face,a gracious answer,and a body too tiredto remember its own name. I know better now. A woman can be steadfastwithout being spent. A woman can be loyalwithout becoming a servantto everyone’s appetite. A woman can possess fortitudeand…
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To Embody Love
Love is not a power play. It is vulnerability. It is the way I enter a roomalready reconciled with my own worth. No announcement needed. The essence of loveis not sentimental.It is exact, lucid, and alive. It asks for truth.It asks for discipline.It asks a womanto stop negotiatingwith what has already revealed itself. That part.…
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Greetings, By Many Names
Greetings, Lakshmi,gold at the threshold,lotus-woman laughing softlyat every door that once mistook me for empty. Greeting, Ezili,perfumed grief, pink satin, blade beneath the lace,The beautiful audacity of wanting moreAnd knowing more was always the minimum. Greetings, Oshun,honey-tongued river,sweetness with a spine,the one who teaches that pleasureis not frivolous,It is evidence. Greetings, Ishtar,star-crowned and inconvenient,too radiant…
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Summer Solstice
The sun stayed late today,and I took it personally. Not as a sign, exactly,but as a reminder:Light is most generousWhen it knows it is leaving. So I stayed too. I stayed with the laughthat broke the room open.I stayed with the handthat reached without a spectacle.I stayed with the quietbetween two peoplewho no longer need…
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The Original Has No Rival
Let me say this with my full chestand excellent diction: I am not confusedabout the caliber of my own brilliance. I know when I have done something rare.I know when the work is formidable.I know when the sentence has marrow,when the vision has architecture,when the offering enters the roomwith perfume, posture, and paperwork. I am…
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