The Village
Mermaids On The Moon
By Rachel Goulston
Issue 17
The first Black mermaid is centuries old
Before we were ripped from the waves
We were sirens
And nymphs
Amphibious even — to the untrained eye
That looked upon us with a quizzical gaze
When whiteness was landlocked
And our bodies
Skin slick with saltwater
Skimming and slicing and surfing
That deep blue
Sky turned upside down
Feet kicking up sand, swirling around like moon dust
That was freedom
I’ve felt it
From baby baths in the kitchen sink where
Gentle water poured from loving hands to
Wading into the ocean’s arms at daybreak
Desperate for that solace that can only come from
Feeling her weave sunlight into the coils of my hair
Letting her hold my head steady underwater
Till I come up moonside, alright
And those beads of sorrow roll off my body
Falling back to earth
Like shooting stars
I’ve felt it
At swim practice
When I wasn’t thinking
About the precision of my toes
Or the rhythm of my breath or
The power in my fingertips slamming straight through that touchpad finish line
I solved math problems in my head
And thought up stories spanning the multiverse
I was a pirate sailing the high seas
I was a diver exploring the darkest depths of the ocean floor I
discovered the sunken city of Atlantis and danced with the creatures
below I was the first Black mermaid, five hundred years old
And I swam all the way to the moon
That was freedom
I’ve felt it
I want it back
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Edited by: Cecilia Innis
Photography: Zelle Westfall
Model: Rachel Goulston
Creative Direction: Payton Selby, Ava Emilione, Leslie Vargas, Zelle Westfall
Photography Assistants: Ruby Summer, Jewel Simpkin