2 of 4 in a series of short stories inspired by Nina Simone’s Four Women.

My skin is yellow
My hair is long
Between two worlds
I do belong
My father was rich and white
He forced my mother late one night
What do they call me
My name is Saffronia
My name is Saffronia

– Nina Simone

The winds blew the earth’s sweat into her hair.
Knotting it, in its frustration and fury.
Slaps her face with its cold bitterness.
Salting her loneliness.
Screaming and laughing at her brokenness.

It’s time for her to grow.
But where is the sun?
She turns her leaves out in search of warmth.
Her roots wither in the loose soil.
Unidentifiable. With no identity to solve this.

Without a home.
Her mind takes to wandering.
Between two worlds,
She becomes the soft spoken ambassador.
Translating the conversations.

With this new identity,
And with two soils to delve into
She begins to evolve, speedily.
Murmuring the conversations she must translate.
A valuable ambassador, she is.

Her hair reaches the ground,
and begins to grow upward into the sky.
Reaching its tendrils to become cables of communication.
Scared by the responsibility.

Unsure of her ability.
The wind is screaming still.
Even with a purpose,
She’s still alone.