my blackness is not necessarily apparent in my skin
its steeped in memories from family cook outs
and resounds in my love for african food
my first memories of music
consists of knowing all the words to Mariah Carey's
we belong together
my blackness lives in the crevices of my brain
where memories of my childhood are dug up
and with a tune, or a smell there I am reminded
of who I am
YOU ARE READING
ruby chronicles
Poetryinspired by me and my friend wanting to create, and my new found love for milk and honey. here are some poetic journal entries that I have wrote.
