My Universe,
There are more black holes than there are stars. A beautiful wander.
A universe that carries all of my beautiful softness in shades of purple, alongside my mighty red rage and remarkable suffering.
My light mixes with my dark like watercolors.
It storms.
The thunders usher on my battle, a bright yellow. Always rebirthing this colorful monster that has died time and time again.
I wrestle with that colorful monster while also taking water breaks with it and taking a second to thank it for holding all of what I needed held.
It surrenders.
The rushes of welled emotion in all shades of colors begin to come like waves, swallowing me
but,
My body learned to let them move me, always returning me to the shore of my blue waters.
Endless universe.
I am an infinite being, learning how to move through the magical colors of the home within me.
About the Creator
Giselle Bonilla
I am Afro-Latina woman and my family is originally from Haiti and the Dominican Republic. My culture plays a huge part of my identity, I grew up in a household where family, food, spirituality, and nature is very important.
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Querida Madre,
Mami, I see you. I see you in me. You are so powerful, and strong that I am convinced that you are a goddess. You raised three girls on your own, and you have done a magnificent job, because look at us, we are Queens. I saw how you made sure that we had everything that we needed while growing up from clothes, food, and love. We were so spoiled, but you made sure to humble us. You worked double shifts, and long nights to make sure that you were able to provide for us and be able to take us to our homeland (Dominican Republic) every summer after school ended. Toward the end of our trips you would have my sisters and I go through our clothes in our luggage and gift half of them to our family and friends in the Dominican Republic. It didn't matter how much we had spent on the clothes or if it was our favorite, we gave it away. As time went on it was something I did without thinking twice about it. At a young age I came to realize where I was privileged compare to my friends and family in the Dominican Republic, and the beauty of giving. I give with intent, and you gift yourself so much more when you're not attached. You taught us what it really means to give.
By Giselle Bonilla5 years ago in Families
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