The Stars and the Blackness Between Them

by Junauda Petrus

We found an eternal life that couldn’t understand prisons or any other enslavement.

They are two Black girls, slow-dancing, teen twin flames who loved each other. Inseparable.

Ain’t Black women always saving everything anyway?

“And listen, Audre. I want you to give attention to every second of this moment, this feeling. Enjoy love.” She stroked my head as she said this. “You will lose yourself in it and then find yourself in a new way. That is just how it work and maybe supposed to work. So be strong in who you are, eh?

All of us got poetry in us, ’cause our lives are in constant motion and unfolding, and when we observe it and behold it, it becomes poetry. A place to reflect, a prayer, a possibility for your existence to be connected to all that exists. Even if it is very sentimental or not your best, let it flow out of you and be your own personal gospel.

“Let the pain leave out of you with each breath. It want to be free too,”

the expressions of love are a labor of love hands at harmony with the heart reminds us to be slow, decadent working and toiling yields for balance for pleasure and luxuriating in it

“The Blackness between the stars is the melanin in your skin,”

“The stars and the blackness between them is the melanin in my skin,”