Our bodies are our inheritance. Our heritage.
Within each crevice lies a legend
In each whisper a communication
Gifts from our foremothers, tales from our personal and ancestral histories
The narratives of the hegemony force cruel accounts upon our bodies
Our relationship with them ruptured, bruised, broken and sometimes deceased — suffocating in their silence.
But when we tune deeply into our bodies, we hear transgenerational stories of love, resilience, trauma and struggle.
And our skin holds these stories too.
It helps us enjoy the world in all its wonder
We enjoy other people, form connection — with this very skin
The skin we have learnt to hate for its melanin
Is lovingly passed down through generations.
And the stories it holds no longer need to be silenced
But reacquainted with after centuries.
This is the kind of friendship
Where the love stays unwavering
And even if you lose touch
It is as if we had never separated in the first place.