Indigo Children | R. SHAWNTEZ JACKSON

poetry by R. SHAWNTEZ JACKSON Kissed coals of the sun

melanated magic bringers walking starlight

Indigo Children

Forrest fires on simmer

These are the indigo children

Stolen from their birth rights a kiln where Phoenixes rise from death

Used for merchandise, Chattel.

But the indigo children cry prayers filled with spilled blood of the lost, a journey held in their bone marrow. A truth kept close by their traumas.

Skin black like the cool night's whispers. They are historic, survivors, Kings & Queens, majesty.

You can't separate the jewel from the compounded escalation of minerals pressed into alchemy's womb.

Indigo children are the greatest alloy of perseverance & theurgy alive.