& this is for colored girls who have considered suicide but moved to the ends of their own rainbows. ~Ntozake Shange
It was early fall when I saw them: seven women, beautiful black women rolling poems off their tongues, swaying their hips to an internal rhythm. I was transfixed. They entranced us, young black girls who had never seen anything like "Colored Girls."
Each one, a color, a story. Seven women told me I had a story. They told me my story mattered. F*ck the gold. I wanted to tell my story.
That's why I write. I've moved to the end of my rainbow. And I brought a few girls with me.
like leaves dancing on the wind
they move, a blur, a different kind
Dedicated to my girls at Alternatives for Girls.
* image is the playwright. The verse, mine.