Our shoulders
touch and
I play with
your hair
tenderly
between
the two of us
there is no
"don't touch
my hair"
because I am
a part of you
and you are
a part of me
we connect
without
speaking -
our lived
experiences
coalesce
and create
an entity
of their own
a universal
understanding
of fear, pain,
deep love,
intimacy,
care,
independent
but ubiquitous
trauma, fetish-is-
ation, and
oppression
we come together
through it all
and nurse each-
other into a well-
being with a love
so deep that no-
one without
melanin will
ever understand
it is eternally
safe and the
only heavenly
thing that we -
women of colour -
have in this horrid
and despicable
world
Gurl, I say,
touching
your glowing
skin:
You (we)
are
life.
You
kiss
my
hand.
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