More than just…
White supremacy reduced me to my skin, but I am more than just Black. I'm more than just color. More than just gender assigned at birth. More than just human, visiting this earth, encapsulating a soul so ancient, so old school that I can hear the creation of blues. Big Mama singing in her youth, the gathering around campfires on plantations, as my ancestors tell stories of the motherland. My soul remembers lifespans. I am more than just a fat body, someone disabled, someone neurodivergent. Did you notice I dance on planets that exist in liminal spaces? I slip in and out of time, play records, CDs, streams of life. Did you notice how I smile when I see birds glide, majestic in the summer sun? Or how I cry when my friend is hurt? Or how I long for affection, love lost in isolation? My humanity is what you should notice first. Nothing separates me from you. I am human too. My life matters. I am beyond flesh. Don't get me wrong, I love the skin I'm in. But there's more to being than labels. -More than just...by E.A. Noble
