Dreams of the Angelic

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by fIorals

by fIorals

III. Dreams of the Angelic

I once hated the color of my skin.

Desperately I tried
to wish it away on shooting stars.
Kiss pennies for good luck,
and throw them into sparkling fountains.
Squeeze my eyes shut and pray hard
before I lay myself to sleep.

"wish I may
wish I might,
please god, make me light."

I wanted Lula's milk tea complexion,
Jasmine's soft ringlet curls.
And Charlotte's baby blue eyes.
I wanted with all my heart
to be what I am not.

I hated myself.
Until an angel visited me in my dreams.

She was a haze.
Glittering like a mirage,
her skin was black like mine.
And absorbed light,
holding it deep within her bosom.
Her wings quivered and twitched
as they unfolded around me
Infinitesimally.
I could not look directly at her.
She had no beginning or end.
But I could feel her love
radiating.

My chest swelled with emotion.
how could I hate myself
when my image reflected
that of the grandest being?

"BLACK GIRL,
HOLD YOUR HEAD HIGH.
FOR YOU ARE THE DAUGHTER
OF LIGHT."