Sunset silhouettes remind me of home;
Photography by Richmond Kobla
How we would wear our bathing suits and slide in the mud when it rained,
How we sat back and watched the skid marks like curators at an art gallery the next day when the skies cleared
They remind me of how our beauty revolves even if our backs are towards the light cause sometimes the light can be overwhelming if not, blinding.
They remind me for the most parts, that I don’t need to be stereotypically beautiful to BE beautiful… that I can still be black with a dark interior and be gorgeous through another’s lens: automatic focus without edits.
Sunset silhouettes remind me of home before we traded our playful spirits for work ethic
How we’d sit on the highest point of the yard after a long day of hide and seek and ufihla-bhande with maps the thorns tattooed on our legs
Sunset silhouettes remind me of home,
Which hill the sun set on
Which of our faces the last ray would hit
How we smelled like burning skin
How the sweat only dried on our sideburns when we said our goodbyes.
They remind me of how my beauty evolves even with my back towards the light.
They remind me that for the most parts, I am a spectacle without detail.