I watch Prince Ea and shiver. Moved to the core. The hair on my arms and legs stand up, shivering, experiencing that which lies beyond the words, beyond the labels. The boundary of my body is no more. I crack open. Expand. Sense more, sense further, farther. Even my skin isn’t satisfied with being skin-deep.
I am NOT black. I am NOT white.
I am more. I am it all.
No one label can ever define me.
No one label is large enough to encompass that which is me. That which is you. That which is us. All.
Except the one label which is what we all truly are. Love.