A poem by Roshni Goyate, 1/4 of the performance group 4 Brown Girls Who Write
Here is heartbreak, in the heart of our circle
Walls made of triangles, walls made of light (Triangles of light)
Here is heartbreak, heavy-hearted heartache
Waiting to be healed
Sisters, we are healing; we are healing our sister
Hold a mirror up, see ourselves in the heavens
Indiscreet healing, open skies, good heavens
Show her she is heaven, show her she is nature
Show her this is natural (Show her healed)
Triangles of light dance at her feet (At our feet)
Shadows drawn long from her feet (From our feet)
Dancing shadows from our feet begging to be played
Feel our skins blur draped across thunderclaps
Clap, clap, thunderclaps, smack, smack, boom bap,
Gusts brought forth from our thunderclaps
We know each other, we are each other
We know one another (We are one)
See how we are healing
See her heart opening
Pleasure starts in our hearts
We start in the heart
(We open our hearts)
Here is her heart Here is pleasure
Here is healing She is healing
She is we We are she We are one
We are heaven
We are healing, sister We are healing.
Follow Roshni on Instagram at @roshnigoyate.
Photo credit: Jessica Felicio