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August

We fell in love here. It was hot, sticky, and uncomfortable. Mosquitos ate us alive, as we savored the forbidden fruits that bloomed from our passion.

We fell in love here. Where hot met cold every single day. Where laying around wasn’t relaxing. Our connection was built from discomfort.

We fell in love where bonds can’t be broken. At least nothing that runs this deep.

-Davina Porter (2017)

Black Witch

We are living gods who walk this soil. Why take away our own impact? Why take away our own power?

Why do we pray to a white god if we are black? Why do we pray to a white god if we are brown? Why do we pray to a white god if we are not white?

Indigenous religions based on real ideals, real living things, the moon and the stars, the sun and the sand, were picked up by a firm pink hand and tossed away with the blood and sweat of our ancestors.

Why do we pray upon this book? This book that came to our people the same way diseases, rape and supremacy came to our people.

Our true and most powerful beliefs are now deemed as voodoo and witchcraft, instead of medicine and faith of the land. Who did this? The white man.

If that is the life he wants me to live let me be a black witch. Let my cauldron of self acceptance and power bubble over. Let my spell book be bound with fierceness and resilience.

I am not a child of your white god. I am black. I am woman. I am everything you hate.

-Davina Porter (2017)

#gif

A person comes into my life and all of a sudden there are cotton candy skies, and every breath I take is fuller.

Food tastes better and music is more soothing.

Everything is amplified.

I constantly wonder Is his life this way too, because of me?

I never know, but I always wonder.

Eventually things become dull all over again.

The only time I’ve ever noticed anything was once the sun started setting behind grey clouds.

His candy is still sweet, but not because of me.

There was greener grass near someone better.

But I was always too focused on the sky.

- Davina Porter (2017)

Maybe it’ll always be you maybe it was never you.

Maybe I’ve had this idea of what I’ve wanted for so long and you were the closest thing to it.

You’ve given me things I can’t give back. You’ve taken my love and you’ve turned into something so incredible so spectacular.

For that, I know and have always known that it will always be you.

- Davina Porter (2017)

I brought trees to blow through, but it's just me and no you. Stayed up 'til my phone died. Smoking big, rolling solo.

Frank Ocean

blackbrasil-deactivated20181217

All you can do is learn your lesson. There’s no point in wishing you had did differently. The past is the past.

lickmyeyeballsss

I will never feel bad for loving myself more. I will never feel bad for loving myself more. I will never feel bad for loving myself more. I will never feel bad for loving myself more. I will never feel bad for loving myself more. I will never feel bad for loving myself more. I will never feel bad for loving myself more. I will never feel bad for loving myself more. I will never feel bad for loving myself more. I will never feel bad for loving myself more. I will never feel bad for loving myself more. I will never feel bad for loving myself more. I will never feel bad for loving myself more. Never.

theundergod

I wake up next to you and your smooth brown skin every morning. You wake up to my kisses. I pray that nothing dims this little light I have. I pray you never become a hashtag or a statistic that explains racism. I pray that police never take you away from me. You are everything and then some, but in this bubble we live in, you are “nothing”. I will continue to beg the universe to save you for me, to keep you around for a long time. I will remind you how much I care for you so if this world turns cold, I will be your gust of warm air.

#Jordan