To be human

Before all the different facets of personage that convene beneath the umbrella of self,

reflective & emotive

responding to the world around us,

there is first a being under the canopy of image bearer.

Before all that is black and woman about me

there is first that which is created,

seeing no man first through the lens of their unique trademark of otherness.

Before we were caged hearts,

tissue clad in skin;

we were dust,

christened good

before breath and soul infiltrated our bodies and we became,

that which rejected any goodness that saturated itself in isolation,

even then we must have longed for the warmth of flesh,

peering for stable bones that reflect kindred.

This is what it means to be human.

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