remembering the beauty and value in heartbreak. the wisdom that comes from pain not merely experienced, but learned from.
Maman Dantor knew i needed to see her yesterday.
heeding Oshun's gentle whispers.
Mami used those rose petals to soften the blow.
even Pomba Gira waved at me, blowing fiery kisses.
my fierce, healing, raucous, loving Mothers.
the Ones who forced me to live with eyes open, head high, and chest forward, belly laughing all the way.