My melanin kissed skin loves Sun, for he makes me glow so radiantly. And Sun loves me for which he does not burn me easily. He, Sun, gives me energy.
I love Night Sky for she looks so much like me, our dark tones of different shades. She has stars that shine bright like I. Night Sky is my calm.
My name is Sunflower and Sun, and Night Sky are my friends; they are my best friends, for they do not judge my color, my faith, my hair, or who I am. They accept me, for they created me with their deep love they had for each other’s differences.
“A flower does not think of competing to the flower next to it. It just blooms.”
Sunflower in Lavender by Donna Meadows
I am a different soul. I am not from here. I was planted here but my seeds come from another universe. A universe that only the free spiritual intellects can travel to and from. I visit home a lot. Yes, we teleport but no, not from a machine. For Sun gives us energy. That’s how we met.
Sun blessed me with melanin as he gave me energy to teleport to Earth when I was just some seeds. Once I reached Earth, he kissed me in which left me with my final glow.
“Understand me. I’m not like an ordinary world. I have my madness, I live in another dimension and do not have time for things that have no soul.”
The Art of Negative Space by Tang Yau Hoong
For I am something different, therefore, the mass of humans here resent me and my kind. I am different but I am beautiful. They hate that I am the world’s most beautiful gift of life. They hate my friendship with Sun and Night Sky. For they do not want us united; that is simply too much power for them to control. They don’t like different, so they try to destroy us or control us. We have been sprayed with chemicals, burned, sold off as gifts then left to die because we were not fed or taken care of like we aren’t living things.
“She was one of the rare ones, so effortlessly herself, and the world loved her for it.”
Times have changed for us, my kind, but we still struggle the same. I’ve been tugged at and yanked several times in my life for being different, but my ancestors’ roots have attached onto mine. For I am Sunflower, with the support of trillions of different roots supporting me.
“It’s better to be hated for what you are than loved for what you are not.”
Night Sky and I met while on my travels. It was my first time leaving Earth, heading back home. In order to travel back, one must connect with their spiritual intuition. Meditation is the state we must be in to get home. One’s mind cannot be clouded with the unnecessary; the portal will refuse to open because unnecessary is not allowed where I’m from. There is no purpose for it.
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Candles lit, while incense burn. Chakra crystals all around me. Mala beads in hand. “Flowers” by Willow Smith playing in the background. Night Sky welcomed me with open arms, “Girl your skin is just like mine, and afro just like mine. My body has been brutally invaded like yours, by ‘those people,’ with their airplanes, rockets, astronauts claiming my children as their own. Do you know how it feels to hear my daughter cry out when they stuck their flag poles in her unwillingly, claiming her as their own? They then used her for child porn with their camera-robot left to roam all over her body as it pleases.”
I comforted her as tears ran down her face flooding Earth. She said, “They could’ve asked if I was okay with it…But what hurts most is, they never even said sorry. They told me, ‘Get over it, it happened in the past. As if it’s still not happening.’” As I looked at the pain in her eyes, I held her hand and told her, “We will overcome this together, for our struggle is way too similar. Our struggle is one.”
“Our backs tell stories no books have the spine to carry.”
~Women of Colour Rupi Kaur
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Tears flowing out our eyes, we had to let it out. Then we realized where we were. We reached the gates of home. The protector, Butterfly, asked me if I knew where I was. My response was simple, “Home?”, with unsteadiness in my voice. She replied, “Your home has a name you know. You’ve officially returned back home to Freedom. Welcome back.”
“You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars.”
The gates opened but I could not move. To my surprise, Freedom was a magical place. A place in which one can travel through time.
As I went to take my first step, my roots began to break off. Within a blink of an eye, my ancestors stood before me.
My grandfathers, that I never got the blessing to meet, smiled so proudly as if I just accomplished the biggest test of life. Grandpa T, I ran to with excitement. I can finally see, touch, speak to with a response; so many questions. I turned around to see Grandpa D; he was hoping to get the same reaction in turn, but he didn’t. I was still angry and resentful for he was on Earth majority of my life but never reached out to do grandpa things. I felt fire in my veins and tears down my face. He teared up at the thought of me not being so ecstatic, but Grandpa T was on his side. Grandpa T said, “You’ve traveled too far of a distance for anger now. This isn’t Earth. We forgive here in Freedom.” Grandpa D didn’t have to say sorry, his eyes said more.
“When a deep injury is done to us, we never heal until we forgive.”
As I took both my grandfathers’ hands, there was a beam of energy within my heart. More energy than chakra crystals can provide; it was like Sun took over my heart and was so joyful that he couldn’t contain himself.
They led me to a field of other flowers, trees, lady bugs, and more. Then I heard the music. African drums playing in a distance, getting louder and more intense as it got closer. Music, the music that flows through my kind had awaken. More of my ancestors appeared before me. Dancing. They were dancing so happily, gracefully, and free and welcoming back home, to Freedom.
“Is the world we live in truly our reality? Or is it possibly the dream to our reality, which is our meditation state of mind?”
This is a piece of my work from a course I took my junior year of college. The class was Afro-futurism. This was my light bulb behind who I was, and who I am. It was clear that I was an Afro-futurist.
- Space is the Place (Film by Sun Ra)
- Afrofuturism: The World of Black Sci-Fi and Fantasy Culture (Book by Ytasha Womack)
- The ArchAndroid (Album by Janelle Monae)
- The Last Angel of History (Film)
- Black Panther (Film)
- Blade (Film)
- ATLiens (Album by OutKast)
- Dirty Computer (Film)
- Afro Samurai (Film by Fuminori Kizaki)
- Binti (Book by Nnedi Okorafor)
- Brown Girl in the Ring (Book by Nalo Hopkinson)
- Electric Arches (Book by Eve L. Ewing)
Queen on Queens; Queen on!
◊ Queen Bri ◊