💜💜💜 Family bruises and wounds are so tough 😭

And many stay twisted up in all of it.

When I read "I just felt black", the first word that popped into my head was "protection" — this is black's power spiritually

It brought to my mind your "black rain" reference in your poem.

Duality in all things.

Black is heaviness and also a coat we wear for protection from the ills of this world.

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