My roots go deep and are plentiful. My trunk and body is just as strong as it is delicate. My branches remind me of my hair – plentiful, strong but also delicate. I go through the seasons and sadly I’m not evergreen. I have dry moments and I have flourishing moments. But the base of my tree?? the top soil – that section of my being is rich and can sprout freshness despite whatever is happening up top. With all of that, I am beautiful in any stage of my life. I am Black and I am beautiful.
Love Letter 63 | Raking Leaves in Wind
No matter how fool-proof your technique is, the wind can sway your efforts. It’s a matter of how you make your technique work for you despite the environment.