~skinny black woman

Tall lanky black woman in a tank top and stretch pants

she looks about my age. but somehow the years are older on her

or she is younger than me, but it is hard to be certain

Tall black woman with dark skin and boney chest

Breasts full…. but bones showing and pointy elbows

Clavicle bones creating space beneath a long aesthetic neck

She is kind to me, a white woman who knows different pain than she does

Both women yet… we are from different worlds

Splintered women

black woman whose hair is pulled back under a scarf

sweat dripping down her neck..

she speaks with a southern, Creole, black accent

I have an accent she is thinking… white woman

with a dog she treats like a child and always wearing a dress

That is what she sees,

…we see one another’s skin

We both have etchings and stretch marks from carrying children

She speaks of her kids as she helps me carry meat from a broken refrigerator

Mine do not know me, I don’t speak of that emptiness

.. it feels wrong to complain

color creates illusions that pain and joy are not experienced the same.....

the world sees in colors

black and white,

womb(man) must remember her goddessness

black goddess, white goddess

no room for a princess in rooms with glass ceilings

Tall skinny black woman and a white woman living a few doors apart

worlds separating us

Ultimately

… we are women

broken in our own ways

we are women connecting

…. deeply Whole

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