the storm cometh
THE STORM COMETH
just. look. at. me.
the beautiful thunder
of me
the storm eye be ...
eye thank you for inviting me
into this conversation
as eye move my clouds formations
as eye sit with my winds in the curation
peering over the ledges
of the edges
of the layers in these foundations
eye am the storm
cometh
the truth of rain warm
cometh
the honey and the swarm
cometh
eye watch me dri p p i n g
slowly down my arm
eye was just in the midst
of readying a storm
world over my shoulder
in need of new form
then eye pause and look at myself
of what an artist made of me
means eye am flesh living
unforgiving
all this texture eye be
my hair the flashes of lightning
my curls made of skins after tightening
my skin, the blues of knowing and fighting
even in the bones of the fingers
of this black womon writing
eye brew everywhere
between sun and the moon
eye upturn winter grounds
be hurricane of the dunes
eye could lift this whole world
in one breath, shall eye blow
eye smile at the grace
you don't know
that eye show
eye mean...
just
look
at
me
eye smile
even a storm
some moments
just wanna look in the mirror
and smile
eye be
the storm cometh.
no mono…
no mono…
before you ask me
again
a question about
how black
people
feel
let me pull a
seemingly
elusive
knowing
out of some
nonexistent realm
of uncertainty
don't ask me how black people feel
don't ask me where womyn folk hurt
don't ask me nothing
about millions of people
eye am but
one
one womon
one lesbian
one black
we both
need them 'yalls'
be transformed
inhaled like
sucked smoke
into the
ex
hell
of the
'you's'
did you catch that?
be clear
eye am throwing
a soft
ball
not a
foot
(up the ass)
ball
eye can only
ever
tell you what
eye
think
nobody alive
can tell you
how eye feel
what eye think
some will try
cuz they don't know
eye have only provided
a fraction
of the numbers
solve this equation
eye never leave all my pieces
in one place
nobody truly
know shit about
everything
eye
think and feel
and vice versa
don't ask me
'bout no groups
don't ask nobody
about me
only eye
can ever
tell you
how
e
y
e
feel.
Blog Post Title Three
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Blog Post Title Four
It all begins with an idea.
It all begins with an idea. Maybe you want to launch a business. Maybe you want to turn a hobby into something more. Or maybe you have a creative project to share with the world. Whatever it is, the way you tell your story online can make all the difference.
Don’t worry about sounding professional. Sound like you. There are over 1.5 billion websites out there, but your story is what’s going to separate this one from the rest. If you read the words back and don’t hear your own voice in your head, that’s a good sign you still have more work to do.
Be clear, be confident and don’t overthink it. The beauty of your story is that it’s going to continue to evolve and your site can evolve with it. Your goal should be to make it feel right for right now. Later will take care of itself. It always does.