We all know Teresa mad again.
Didn’t we stand there watching
Waiting for a storm to occur?
Don’t you hear her crashing bones
between her teeth?
At least she gave us a calm before it occurred.
We were able to watch from balcony and car.
Safe. Undrenched from her wet.
Teresa real magic. Black girl magic.
Black girl make it rain. She help quench the dry soil that’s smothering her kin.
She turn daylight purple.
She make the sky sing.
