I wrote this poem to honor my best friends. This piece reflects Generation F, as it highlights the empowerment and strength in sisterhood.
For Jas and Leesah, my Bushwitches
Oye: las lluvias que caerán sobre nuestros cuerpos
y mojarán las flores que nos crecen por dentro
Our friendship—prayer
a sunset amethyst
I trust y’all, blindfolded
knowing only the sand and your hands -
the gift of ocean
in the absence of candles
We wish on waves
rising to meet our stars
We manifest constellations
This coming undone
becoming a garden
of teeth of eyes of what if
what if isn’t always doom?
What if we are art as we are?
What if we believe ourselves
worthy of love this constant?
What if we don’t? Then
soil smoke open doors
heartbeat-to-heartbeat-to-heartbeat
We: bass reverberating infinite
We shake thorns from our chests
feeding the earth with their seeds
We: shed exoskeletons of burden
We: harvest of possibility
Laughing ourselves out of ourselves, we bloom
night, unraveling all the space we need