a natural inheritance

Children of The Apocalypse: Conjuring Black Femme Survival

“Out of the huts of history’s shame, I rise

Up from a past that’s rooted in pain, I rise

I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,

Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear

I rise, into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear

I rise, Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,

I am the dream and the hope of the slave…” — Maya Angelou

Indigo Land: a glittery new place, a site of resourcefulness, renewable energy from the sun and playful dreams.
In the murky wake of an unprecedented toxic release of pathogens into the environment, she awoke to a surreal truth.
There was much work to do to sustain daily life in this “post-” world. They got right to it.
She thought to herself, “we have everything we need right here.”
The forest became home, became life, became family.
“I don’t pay attention to the world Ending. It has ended for me many Times and began again in the morning.” — Nayyirah Waheed
She inherited and dug up the earth anew, sowing Indigo child.
Amethyst for protection, citrine for abundance, may this garden flourish. Let’s envision a new future, the Afrofuture.
Clarity came in the interstices, between hoping and dreaming and doing. Bulls eye.
The forest soundscape became familiar, like a favourite record. A break in the canopy’s cacophony sparked heightened awareness. She learned how to listen, how to levitate in sound.
Black and so pretty.
Mystery of the earth unfolding — two travellers, mother and daughter, journey together in survival and power and light.
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