BLACK INK, WHITE PAGE

You sit on a desk with a black ink pen in your hand

and you free the thoughts stuck in your head;

you exercise the grandest of freedoms in a world

that previously crushed such ambitions.

To be a black and bisexual woman

who jots down words that won’t be judged

by the colour of her skin or proclivities of her heart.

Your words, darling, will be judged only by their strength

and the power they wield for those who read them.

The freedom to paint the white page with black ink

tells of how we can collaborate and

make something great.