They are like dandelions
Swaying in warm freedom
With fluffy heads and solid stems
Taking root in fertile soil made from love.
Their laughter are the notes to buried
Ancestral songs, now resurrected
Into gorgeous joy
Splintering like luminous light
Breaking through the clouds.
Running because of exuberance
Not because they're scared.
Jumping because they're capable
Not to avoid traps
Their eyes are brighter than a million suns
That have fused together
They dare to flourish and to exist
They dare to be happy, and to be black.
Their heaven, being the world that they've healed
Shine from each fingerprint left of their inner divinity.
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