i dreamed of you last night
black and white sonogram
in the trembling hands of my mother
a photograph of infinity
a sketch of the future
proof of the impossible
woke up, hand to my chest
protecting my heartbeat
the sacred rhythm
to one day usher you into the wold
because you come from me, you are Black
this is your inheritance
the hands that fed your great-grandmother
and your grandmother
and me
so that you might find home in my warm body
and crack open into the world
a thousand blessings
sealing each curl
melanin glazed skin
dreams, balmed
like shea butter