For Those That Rape and Colonize

For Those That Rape and Colonize,

Earth and I are one in the same, to take hold of Earth, is to take hold of Me

I, the Black Woman, the oldest adage, has watched Herself, Earth, raped out of sanctity and auctioned as commodity & devolve from a house to worship to a house to worry, of things that haunt

For the sake of greed, at the mercy of those that lust and want

My body is the landscape of earth’s geography small scaled, in my truest essence, I exude an aura-ancient and avant

The top layers of my skin shelter thousands of violent fissures, wherein lies the word ‘opulence’, 

elucidated under the gaze of astronomical dawn 

My melanin is so worldly, it’s the oldest decorum for an ancient ecosystem, the ‘Black Bod’

Wherever, I lay my body, plants blossom, the sun reveals herself, lost moons are found, ‘cause the Black Woman is Earth’s first reflection, her first confidant 

My body is often everybody’s home, this wallpaper I live within, is as deep as indigo 

By now, you should know, there is no reconciling Earth’s changing climate, when you still rape away the light of the blackest abodes

As my topical layers fade from opal to opaque, there’s a virus of those that rape and colonize that dims the light in me that glows

Earth came and cried to me the other day, actually she broke down in pain; she said, that she is dying quickly, that the time were living in is borrowed

So I cried right back, broken and in pain; I said, that I miss the days where brown skin was a gift, a legacy, inheritance, because now when I look at Earth, my reflection reveals to me my inherited death sentence, to be black is to have sorrow 

Instead of innovate locally, you searched, pillaged, and conquered-globally

Now my lungs are like the atmosphere you created: breathless, dense, cloudy

My kidneys are as overburdened as our overpoliced inner cities 

My energy is as depleted as our neglected rural communities 

Honoring Earth, is honoring our collective health, ancient love, communal wealth, giving grace and saying please

My skin is so dark and full of shade, it’s outer-worldly 

My skin is so black and pretty, it’s as extraterrestrial as our immeasurable galaxy

Home can’t have zipcodes, or borders, or stop where the sun can no longer be seen

Or where the sun sets and rises

Relinquish your entitlement, make sovereign the bodies you’ve commodified

Make sovereign the bodies you’ve raped and colonized 

Live morally, live minimally, and watch alternatives manifest the extras in life, the things you’ve earned, the delicacies you still desire

Sincerely,

A Survivor

-Jhairstonwrites