Love is watching a woman hold herself. Or being a woman holding herself. Sometimes we’re just so heavy.

Sister,

Have you ever let the music take you?

I mean really let it take you,

Hear it beg you to move from where you’ve always known to places you never imagined you could be?

On quests and trips?

Hip dips into new realities that live nestled between your breasts,

bound by flesh

and doubt

and unfortunately beautiful

unfortunately real

circumstance?

Sister,

Have you ever let the music take you?

On a trip to Mecca or Rome?

A trip home.

Let it take you on a long walk back to yourself after a lifetime spent swimming in lukewarm projections.

Remember your fire Sister.

You have to see past the blue.

You need to know…

No one can love you the way you ought to love yourself.

You need to know.

I'm Jes. Born in Washington, DC and raised in Charlotte, NC, my roots in the OG Chocolate City and experiences in the scary, sweet South have led me to be unapologetically black and mystical. I am a full time Civil Engineer and designer but I am a lifetime lover and creator of moments and connection. I write to free parts of myself that are wrestling for release and reaching for some type of belonging. I believe expression is humanity's greatest pleasure.

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