Where I am now mama,
Is filled with love,
There is no pain, no hurt, no fear
Just love,
On the wings of a butterfly,
I was carried up to heaven,
Into the bright blue sky,
Even though I was not yet seven,
My aunties up here,
They take care of me well,
And they want everyone to know,
It's ok to scream, cry, to yell,
Because to lose your baby,
Your gorgeous growing boy,
Nothing can ever heal that wound,
So please know mama,
There's nothing but love here,
But I wish I could be back with you too.
I can't guide your conscience I can't help you choose I don't want to talk about how this is sure to see my life improve I can't hear about it I'm sick to death of it Just... don't suggest I'm not in
The sky is clear at 5am It's not really 5am yet, Still actually 4:08am Daylight savings only began in the past 48 hours, It doesn't count The sky is clear, inky, luminescent and deep and like a silky
I woke before the sun rose today, my heart felt the intense weight of all the moments that the 25th of April marks, before my body had even begun to stir. For all the Blakfellas who were sent to fig