ATLANTA

In this new city,

I find my way to “hidden treasures,”

well, I try, at least

My journeys to get to places seem

distorted and difficult right now

However, once I arrive,

I am able to feel the importance

of getting to a new place

I almost don’t recognize myself in the mirror of this cafe

I look over and gaze at this person

who almost feels like a stranger,

or a distant friend, at least

Acting in the Space Between

The spine of someone’s current read says this

The words are a soft, lime green

We are all at this one long table

They talk, I write

Daylight hovers over us all

as the tall windows loom tall above us

“Don’t get too informed”

I remind myself

not to get so informed

of what’s happening in the world

that I am not carelessly and carefully exploring what will bring me into glorious miracles

Not to get too wrapped up in what is not real

to release and keep on moving

at my own pace

even when it means moving away from anyone I trail beside

India. Arie’s voice booms through the speakers

and now…I am very glad I’ve come here

The journey is always so worth it

Always so amazing

Don’t give up

It’s normal to feel unworthy when you are practicing,

trailing a journey of your very own

I am not always sure-footed,

but I do believe

Voices in the cafe begin to drown everything out

“Brown skin, you know I love your brown skin”

India’s voice fades out of the speakers

My brown skin never fades

It remains,

always <3