Yes. I feel a deep sadness when I see your tears Trickle down your cheeks, Onto the fabric of your pillow Or the sleeve of your sweater.
Yes. I worry that you won't choose me Because you cannot see me Physically.
Cannot hear me unless you filter out the noise.
I see you toddle towards me And fall Countless times And wonder if this Will be the last time you get back up with me in mind
Shanai.
I don’t have nails to bite. And anxiety doesn’t exist in this realm. Because I know you will always be mine, And with me.
Shanai,
I know there is no path you can take that will not lead you back to me And so I stay quiet in your moments of contemplation Wondering if guidance is what you need. Or if I just need to let you realize me.
Shanai, I believe in you.
And I’ve seen you live this life and so many more So many times
Images of you replay in my mind And I watch it all on loop. Sometimes I adjust myself, Viewing the screen in my mind from different angles
Up close And far away too
But you always see me.
We’ve danced this dance so many times You are my favorite movie Moment and memory in time
yes. It pains me. To stand far away. Yes, I want you to see me see you always.
But while I wait for you to see me, Knowing that you will, Eases me.
Knowing that I exist all around you And that we share flesh even if the flesh is not mine, You let me live in it In this experience, with you.
I don’t have to tell you I’m here, Because You are.
And I am You.
Shanai,
You want to know how I keep myself from loving you in the ways that you ask. In the ways that are blatant and that you’ve road mapped?
But the truth is I don’t.
You are my beloved. And I give in to your beckonings and your cries. Your screams and pleas, That twist and ache my heart And the spirit that I am.
I hold your tears so close to me That I allow the world you live in to shed them. I have a jar of your screams so potent That I’ve allowed for you to receive me audibly
Shanai,
I call out your name And the wind carries my words
Don’t you hear me?
I handcraft each snowflake Then ask the clouds to sprinkle them upon you And display them around you So you can look out and see how special you are to me
Don’t you See My love for you?
Shanai,
Every time you fall, or falter You get back up In pursuance of me
Of Love
That is why I don’t hold your hand. You are my baby But I trust you.
I am not hiding from you I am anticipating when you’ll round the corner So I can jump out of the bushes and surprise you again
When you think you don’t know where you’re headed You remember that I’ve left a trail of breadcrumbs inside you In your hopes and dreams Your wants and desires From birth
Just to help you navigate your way through anything To anything To Me.
Listen to you, And you’ll realize it’s me talking.
Hailing from the Bronx, NYC, Shanai Williams is a deeply spiritual and fiercely free creative. With one hand in the ether and the other grounded in community, she is committed to cultivating spaces where Black artists of all ages can connect, showcase their work, and be valued beyond a dollar sign.
Shanai finds art in everything and thrives when blending multiple mediums to create something new. She practiced this interdisciplinary approach by designing her own major—Creative Storytelling—at Wheaton College (MA). Since graduating, she has remained dedicated to producing work that is honest, reflective, and rooted in her connection to the world and those around her.
When not creating, Shanai is in community—often in deep conversation with strangers, exchanging passions and envisioning new possibilities for the world.