COCONUT OIL
Coconut Oil
When I ran away into The Forests of The South. I only took one luggage with me and one jar of coconut oil. I hardly had any money or food so I had to conserve. Luckily coconut oil is good for everything.
I can brush my teeth with it, bathe with it, moisturize my hair with it. I can swallow it, to aid in my digestion etc, moisturize my skin with it-It's glorious.
When I came out here it was a new jar.
RAW.
UNREFINED.
COLDPRESSED.
COCONUT OIL.
It feels like home. I sing that song from Moana when her dad is singing to her about the coconuts and the Island gives them what they need and I have the same sentiments.
Lol. It has lots of memories. My ex...he used to rub me down with coconut oil when I was pregnant. I used to rub him down with coconut oil. We rubbed our baby down with it too.
We cleansed our locs with it and bathed with it as a family. We gave each other massages with it. I made vegan ramen with it so he would gain some weight lol I put it in our smoothies. Any meal fried was with coconut oil.
Every scalp massage, makeup remover, or back or foot massage was with it. Our skin was perfect and luminous..
Those memories are gone and dead in the past but it's okay. They are good memories and I will make more.
I will make better ones.
I rub myself down with coconut oil. I massage my own feet and kiss my own scars. I cut off my locs to save me from cutting myself. They saved my life... but it's okay their sacrifice was not in vain. I still wash what little bit of hair I have left and massage my scalp with coconut oil.
Wealthy people cannot imagine being poor or struggling- I have been on both sides so I have experienced the stress.
But if you can switch your perspective from Lack to Gratitude, you can find happiness in the littlest things.
Coconut oil is home. It respresents me, my love, countless orgasms, and massages. It represents sensuality...It represents The Virgin Islands, where my ancestors are from. It represents the tropical paradises where I have been and will go. Coconut water from Thailand, and coconut cream and mylk in curry. When the scent of coconut oil gently passes my nostils I remember the smell of my Pookie Chan covered in it after her first shower with me. Coconut Oil...reminds me of being a Mother.
A Woman.
My jar of it however is almost gone, as is my stay in Florida. I'm grateful for it and my time here but it is time to keep it going. It's time to start those adventures I am supposed to have to tell Pookie Chan about when I see her.
"Mommy Loves You!!!" I used to squeal to her lol and I still do when I pray over her photos.
But when I think of coconut oil or coconuts in general, I think of Paradise and I think of The Ocean.
I see myself sitting on the beach with waves splashing on my coconut oiled thighs, while I smoke a blunt, bite into fresh mango an listen to The Sea tell me "Mommy Loves You!!"
Mami Wata always knows my heart, and like a wave it's time to move on. To another place, another paradise, another home, another love, another experience;
and another jar of Fresh.
Raw.
Unrefined.
Coconut oil.
Asé.