spread

when i walk into a room,

i spread my Black all over the place–

it tracks up the carpet,

saturates the rug,

gets all over the couch

and perfumes the air with the scent of shea butter and sage.

when i dance or sing

when i cry celebration or devotion

my Black throws itself all on the walls:

covering up paint and wallpaper indiscriminately

giving every square inch of surface a little piece of love.

my Black needs the space,

every little bit of room that consents to its occupation

to fill it with joy and golden rays

of Fenty Beauty ultralight beams.

my Black ain’t afraid

to be bold

to be loud

to be.