Poetry + Black Joy
Black Love Lullaby
A poem: part 1

I’m making this promise to myself — to Never throw in the towel. Never allow someone else’s opinion of me to be my reality to let me forever be the co-author of my creation
Never allow my heart to grow cold — and hard from mistreatment to instead cling to the things and people and moments that feel like the softest light
let my heart be a magic mirror to the world a favorite sweet thing surrounded by blazing inferno to never allow my heart to grow cold
Keep reaching for a successful life whatever that looks like
let my hands be the facilitators of refinement — to be the spark in the consciousness of the slave to radical activism
Be kind to strangers Always show compassion but don’t take no shit
let my clap back be the juicy center of your sweet thing let my brow be knit with iron but never allow my heart to grow hard
Always treat my body as the sacred temple that it is keep it warm and soft as new rain in Summer
drink plenty fresh cool waters moisturize my skin — with good creams
let radical self-love be the balm in my Gilliad the Sojourner in my truth the delight in my coffers
pamper my crown and scalp oil my coils as with the frankincense and myrrh of old
be thankful
to be mindful of my diet of food in plenty and in wanting
to be mindful of how I nourish my mind and spirit to understand that not everything or everyone is for me
let every exchange be victuals to fatten my bones
to remember that I am Alright.
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