What is the true determinant of joy?

What is the true determinant of joy? 

Is it never having to argue my existence, ever-safe in the knowledge that I am human, worthy and deserving of all good things? I could save my words for wonderful things; shared secrets between sisters. songs in languages I don’t know. cries of unbridled pleasure. I would be free of sorrys, maybes and ifs, my tongue becoming a silver, pointed thing capable only of commands and reciprocated I love yous

What are the markers of happiness when one is constantly situated between violence and isms, lying fetal in a body meant to walk upright? Is it vengeance? 

Bittersweet nights spent bathing in the blood of our enemies come easily to girls swallowed by our demons, so freedom feels like cleansing with fire and rising from the ashes. In the aftermath, we grow medicine trees and clay homes out of our long-awaited rightful revenge. We rejoice in our old bones and worn muscles, our only true forms of inheritance.  

Freedom is slow fingers and hot oil in my hair because I have no job, no master, no oppression — simply time to tend to myself as a Black woman should: carefully, leisurely, with love and intent. I grow rose beds in my garden, peppermint on my windowsill. I sit, listen, and breathe because these are the only demands of me.

If life is a quest and the goal is to be free, what does it mean to be truly liberated? 

All days become holy days. Alter workers dress in their best whites, draw circles of powder around their stools, and stir their pots. There is time, dedicated time, to talk to our ancestors. To become them. Again and again. We become unafraid. We remain relentless, standing in righteous truth because it is ours and the only true form of ownership.

2020

Published by Sunshine

I am a woman in search of freedom, and writing has been an excellent friend on the path to finding that.

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