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By: Madeline Ileleji
Sometimes I think all the boys think
They are lovely creatures
The essence of all things
The goal of every woman
I think it’s because our mothers
Made them feel that way
And our fathers raised them
To be superior
But I don’t
So I’m teaching my sister
To know she’s a constellation
Ursa Major with all its
Competitors
She can burst out stars
And raise comets
She can behave like dark matter
A Black hole and still be
Mysteriously beautiful
She can have mood swings
And still discover exoplanets
After all our Solar System
Still has periods, yet its
Galaxies are uniquely placed
In the form they have chosen
To exist and they owe no one
An explanation for being
Just themselves
My sister is royalty
She’s born of ancient lines
Of Sun goddesses and moon Kings
Of Black ancestors and wild spirits
And she is made of stardust
And a part of God that exists
In all lifeforms
For shs the last of
his creatures
And She has all their birthmarks
In abundance
And strings of their
Mysterious lifeforms
In tokens of universal gifts
So let her be herself
A Black Hole Maiden
In the way she chooses
To unravel herself
