The Sixth Sister — Holder of Wisdom and Light
She met me with eyes that had already seen the ending and chosen grace. An elegant Black woman sitting down on a rock wrapped in satin shifting from silver into shadow, she carried herself like the gentle breeze around us.
The bloom in her headwrap echoed her soft glow. Not as bright as before, but richer, more deliberate in placement. Her hand rested over to her arm, where stars trailed down to her mark. She did not chase the light; she remembered it, and passed it onto the next sister after her days.
To black women who’ve poured and poured and are learning to pause, she calmly offers: You carry the light still. Let it soften into story. There is beauty in reflection, and power in sharing.
She is the teacher by firelight, the auntie in the circle, the echo of every dream that stayed. I lingered in her presence longer than I expected, and left carrying something more for you to have.
The Sixth Sister — Holder of Wisdom and Light
She met me with eyes that had already seen the ending and chosen grace. An elegant Black woman sitting down on a rock wrapped in satin shifting from silver into shadow, she carried herself like the gentle breeze around us.
The bloom in her headwrap echoed her soft glow. Not as bright as before, but richer, more deliberate in placement. Her hand rested over to her arm, where stars trailed down to her mark. She did not chase the light; she remembered it, and passed it onto the next sister after her days.
To black women who’ve poured and poured and are learning to pause, she calmly offers: You carry the light still. Let it soften into story. There is beauty in reflection, and power in sharing.
She is the teacher by firelight, the auntie in the circle, the echo of every dream that stayed. I lingered in her presence longer than I expected, and left carrying something more for you to have.
Mixed media on canvas
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