She Would Be King

by Wayétu Moore

Loneliness while in the presence of others is a most cruel kind,

They told us we had no history but darkness, so they kept the books away for fear we might understand the truth better, and thus find those lost selves.

Seem everybody I ever know ain’t got time to do nothing. Someday you want time to do some things you never had time to do. That’s all.”

Alike spirits separated at great distances will always be bound to meet, even if only once; kindred souls will always collide; and strings of coincidences are never what they appear to be on the surface, but instead are the mask of God.

Why are we so set on hiring help rather than doing things ourselves? Why are servants the qualifier for wealth for some of us?

“I am not better. I am not worse. I am changed. I am a different woman.