The Anthology 

Falsetto is Black Man Speak for Get Bliss or Die Tryin’ For BroSun, Prince and Philando

By Junauda Petrus-Nasah

The vibration of African alchemy that seeps into your soul.  Lavender cloud sky opened and divine poet warriors became ancestor born. Boom.

Grief just had to be jazz after a while. It was alchemy and elixir for rebirth, I would discover, soon enuf.

It was the obsidian of soul algebras, the equation equaling a Purple Heart. And deeply with indigo dimension bleeding soulful legacies and memories. Black in full resilience: Purple.
We been through it, yet we are soul sorcerers, tasting the healing in the bitter and sweetness in the rain.