salt.

by Nayyirah Waheed

getting yourself together. what about undoing yourself.

my body is not yours. my mouth is not yours. my water is not yours. nothing i am belongs to you.

to call me black. is one of the most beautiful. incredible. compliments you could ever give me.

never trust anyone who says they do not see color. this means to them you are invisible.

i have always been the woman of my dreams.

you are not a mistake. you are too many exquisite details to be a mistake.

you say ‘you are such a ‘good writer’ for a woman of color.’ i hear ‘you have a better command of the english language than i do. my bitterness is wild salt in my blood causing my organs to crush and weep and this is the sound of my pain.’ – translation | white noise

weather is the earth’s emotions. she is obviously enraged.