Today, I looked at this coconut
And saw that it is me. And saw that it is us
Us as coconuts with purpose
Falling, but ultimately not breaking.
With the basic fabrics of wonder and beauty
Knitted into our most intricate parts
Cloaked in black and brown and tan pelages,
With immaculate silken souls
Beautiful and elemental in every way
From our outermost husky flaws
To our most delicate confectionary cores
The time has come my colored brethren
To drink these truths like sweet milk
Let them saturate you with the very essence of your existence
To be coconuts with purpose
To be givers of life and hope.
Falling often, but ultimately not breaking.