Femme love letters: part three.

Holy femme, with brown skin and black hair that is full of waves like those that kept our ancestors apart. Holy femme, vibrating with power and intensity that I can feel in my lungs when you speak. Holy femme, who has shown me failure is growth, how to start shutting out those white voices in my head and that sluts don’t need redemption to be heard. Holy femme, caregiver to many cared for by few, I see you, I hear you, I feel you. Holy femme, who hears her ancestors screaming through her, the same way I shake and weep when I write for mine. Holy femme, we are powerful, we are vital, we are beautiful, we are holy.

© arielletwist

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