Remember the breath. Follow the breath in the quietness of mind. You won’t die of the racism this time. It’s trying to kill us, all us over the history of time since slavery at once. We are writing this book together. We will make sure no one forgets.
Breathe.
And the Kingfisher breathes a deep breath of warmth into your cold lungs. Its cold scales protect with bird feathers and life like a mother, but wisdom of a Black father in the darkness. In the Black. You know, it’s the Black wisdom and truth that will later saves you.