In the moment I left my mother’s pink, velvet cocoon and its folds,
I believe I arrived in this world fists clenched because I held onto what is rightfully mine without question…
In the new world we inhabit, a welcoming team awaits us to show us a minuscule piece of our worth. In these moments, a hurricaneous onslaught of unconditional tear punctuated love smothers us…
Even if just for a split second.
Each one of us in the world deserves this moment.
The world does not always afford us this moment, so let our amniotic fluid drenched hands be the soothing ointment we need when we are not enough to the mothers who cannot afford our love.
May we travel the full expanse of this life knowing that every cell cradled by our being is more precious than any mineral to ever exist in this universe.
May we walk this earth knowing that we are here and deserving of love in the way that the source of all breath, life and existence intended.
Love is multi-infinity-dimensional and can never be fathomed. What we can fathom is who we are and what our desire for what we want to see the world become is.
So walk tall and listen quietly to your heartbeat and how it resonates with those of others…
Even when they try to trample you underfoot.
You shall rise.
You are born of a miracle. You are a miracle.
Own your heritage.
Image by Raghu Rai
Frank Malaba © 2017