My mother says,
you have to have grit to survive.
“Babygirl, you’re soft, too soft”
I touch my body and think — I know.
“you are too easily washed away with the tide,
too easily distracted by the moon,
you disappear too quickly when it rains,
what good is a masterpiece drawn in chalk on a sidewalk,
what good is the word forever written in the sand?”
I want to say even fleeting beauty is beautiful,
but my mother doesn’t care to understand the irony of such things.
I keep quiet.
I look at her hands,
she talks with them.
They are the most perfect hands,
rough and delicate,
they never idle.
She waves her beautiful hands in my face trying to get my attention.
this is what I mean!
You live in another world.”
I press my bare feet hard into the hardwood.
I miss the black sand of my fathers country,
it burns and heals at the same time,
the only other thing that has the power to do that is fire.
She grabs my wrist,
Her beautiful fingers are as strong as 50 men.
Go to work!
No more wandering!
No more quitting!
No more running away!
Take your mind out of sky!
You can’t fill your stomach with light from the stars.”
And before she could finish I finished for her,
“Then what ?
Become bitter and die?”
She looked at me with with so much hurt I almost didn’t recognize her,
like my words had cracked her in two and she said,
“No baby, not to die, you do this to survive.
I’m on a Key Ballah kick this morning. Lovely lovely lovely.
Dear anyone responsible for a work of fantasy fiction,
This is how you warrior.
UGH. YES. LADIES IN PROPER ARMOR.
The two watercolor ones are by Marian Churchland, who is THE BEST
the one with a reclining redhead is by Sang Han
From what I can tell, the rest are official art from various games.
I’m officially in love!