I'll seduce you
before you show me your dominance
I’m learning
How to navigate
hardness
When I am still so soft
From being
In my mothers womb
Generated from
Affection
A deep impression
how I thought
Things would be
Only beginning
To foresee
Deception
From the tree.
Biting the fruits
We all can’t seem
To digest.
Transform
The goodness
Into the waste
I consumed
The news
Like my mother does
Then cried
But she doesn’t
Lies
Down
To Get Up
And see every direction
And space
on this place
Blood shed.
In some form
Or another
In good
And in bad
Nobody sees stains
on their hands
But sometimes…
all i can see
is that deep
contrast of red
Bleeding over
to the parts in me
That are blue
Ideas that feed me
Like my veins
Under white washed
Skin
Subtle highways
for the lost
who cant find
Comfort here
And for me
Who wanders
Spangled
With hope
I can't bring myself
to be
Any other way.
Traveling
To Find
something
matured
But still clean.
Once
I stood in Africa
In a castle
where the slave trade began
their own king
would sell his people
while their bodies starved
For sustainment
Beyond their own soul
Their body
Their hearts
And their mind
forced through
a narrow door
with no return.
Fathers,
brothers,
sisters,
And even mothers
were stacked
on top of one another.
While the kings
Transactions
saw Only Green.
This tone
Turning white hearts
Dark.
An ark
Carrying
Only a segment
Of the arc,
a loop
In this spherical spiral
That has grown
Aggressive
And viral.
So, I owe it to my mother
to make the world less sad.
and to my father to prove
I am strong enough to stand
in the face of all things tough.
because it's hard
to be this soft.
And I
am my mothers daughter
tasted her sweetest
apple pie
but there was
Always one apple
that just wouldn’t digest
until I am no longer
considered
an evil temptress
And my heart
A monument
of deadbolts
Locked shut
I've searched for the keys
seeking love
Or white light
in all the worst places
Like red
Or blue
Finding this mix
Will only unite
To make purple
Royalty
A higher rank
Than you
And me
Will ever achieve
So lets focus
the barriers
Deep
are within
A stirring
That starts here
In hearts
made of scar tissue.
trying to wipe
Away the wounds
Provided by living
Here.
Just here
Where everything
Exists
Everything
And all of the people
Where I feel
are looking
right through me.
Like glass
That has
Since been shattered
Making a Sound
loud
forced
To be heard
And scene
but
Breaking
My rose colored
Cheeks
Deflated
from the shards
Cutting into
The Unblemished skin
Of my face
Of my remorseful
white skin
Taking in blue air
because
I was
Born here too
sometimes you
have to shut your eyes tight
in order to see
The guilty
Is everyone
And me,
A woman who bleeds
red
Fighting a society
Built on the belief
That nature
Is not indifferent
But leans one way
Or another,
The Fight for facts
Is hardest
To soften
And the necessary balance
From the very first slap
And the cry that comes after
When we are labeled
By the parts we can see
With our glazed over eyes
Serendipity
A fate we
Have tried to change
In ways that won’t work
So I am taking
These broken shards
And building a
Disco ball
So we can all dance
Our mistakes
away
But mostly reflect
Our ownership
In our brokenness
And find unity in
The truth
That every
Single light
on this night
On the floor
And the door
windows
And walls
the halls
Or The ceiling
That holds
the chain
That anchors
the Ball
And the glue
That carries
All of our shards
That puzzle
Us together
Is the image
of God.
We all fit together.
We all fit together.