Sky Full of Elephants

by Cebo Campbell

“They did everything they could to stop our sun from shining. But I’m still here. A sun that just kept on rising.”

Every day that a tree is growing, it’s dying at the same time. If it can do that, then a very sad thing can also give you release.

being black is being the villain in someone else’s story.

kept thinking, What a strange fruit we are to have never ripened. Hung, dangled, sweetened, eaten, but never just filled up with the miracle of ourselves.