Words for a mural

For me, it’s not an angel and a devil that live on my shoulders, but the spirit of lions and lionesses growling greatness into the fiber of my being. In the morning, it’s the vibrations against their teeth that carry me out of bed. It’s a constant reminder that in me there’s a strength that lives. Even when the day seems tough and demons juggle my battles, I know I’m safe with them on my shoulders.

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Mural: A Palm Beach County artist…
Photo: Rebecca Sanders
Words: Flose Marie Yardley Boursiquot



I wake up in the morning and crawl to my skin 

Brown like the Earth it grows my roots and awaits my flesh and blood

I get in and become black 

I pulse with beauty misread in stereotypes