Coco Shea

Give nothing with the thoughts of receiving anything in return. High in dictating our worth for the greater good, our ancestors fear nothing on this side. The rise of betrayal with the skinning pieces of our history. Melanin swooned to the thickened roots clinging onto the coiled kitchens. Not a sigh of innocence to be witnessed. Her features reflect what was never meant to be pure in the eyes of all evil. She’s deemed purest amongst the dead, and the last to succeed behind the living. We are not to be praised for carrying exotics, but to be toiled due to embracing. The brightest of eyes become aligned to seek each kiss flickering its rays on her rawest of shades. Dipped in oils twirling towards the sun giving all to her natural glows. Each dim swallows her demons at night to go through war in the days of what’s kept her from a chosen path. Within the wind to be found worthy to what madam seeks worth fighting for against what’s written by another’s man’s hands holding beneath its grasps.