Darkness is the canvas of creation
Why vibration yields sound How energy is set in motion Where life breaks the ground Night is when the moon Makes her enchanting debut Always departing too soon Behind a veil of indigo-blue Krishna, Gana-Shyama Dark as the cosmos within Kāli, Kālarātrisca Divine through cremation Dio Nero, Haashch’eezhini Black God of Fire Kartikeya, Son of Parvati Born of the pyre Blackness is prakriti Nature unfolded Strong like Nefertiti Ever sacred, never eroded With the passing of time, Why do we fear what’s not light? Is the sun so sublime, That casted shadows don’t delight? Blackness is eternal love The all-encompassing one Deep, yet rising above Only stifled by a gun But these tides will not lay low In fact, they rise in the night Shapeshifting, like the crow-- To make these wrongs, once again right Original poem by Divya Balakrishnan All Rights Reserved. Every day I want to make positive choices about who I a This is the third and final piece in this photo series about identity. The violence that Jacob Blake was subjected to comes from the evil disease of hatred that runs rampant in our world. My heart races and I feel a constant dull churn of nausea these days, and that is still pleasant in comparison to the anguish felt by those who have a target on their back. This poem was written out of a love for Blackness. Black women taught me how to love myself. Black love is an ideal of softness and strength. Black resilience is a blueprint for humanity. Black Lives Matter, Persevere, and Reign.
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