I’m Safiyah. Ethiopian, distant, and unmistakably revered. I do not meet the world where it stands. The world rises to meet me.
There is a quiet separation about my presence, as though I exist one step above reach. Men feel it immediately: the instinct to slow, to measure themselves, to become deliberate. With me desire turns inward first. Into restraint. Into reverence.
I am not warmth you lean into. I am warmth you orbit.