she is a sad
replacement
for the woman
you lost
the woman
you allowed
to leave
because
you were
never
man enough
to hold
Other
poetry
Shine
i had too much
shine
for you not
to want
to take
a piece
it’s a shame
you continue
to take it
once you
are gone
Linger
always wanting
what you want
but what about
what I want?
not your problem
anymore, right?
selfish
you leave
leave and go
then come back
and take
want to stay
friends for you
when it suits
you
leave and have
me too
what kind
of privilege
is that?
Hair and Body
i keep
the hair
on my body
because i want to –
it’s nature
soft
the hurt
will pass
i no longer
hold it close
i let it go
with softness
and patience
and love
Saltkisses Misses
I miss your saltkisses, your cold caress. As I welcome winter and I’m reminded to rest, I will come to you with arms open wide, ready to kiss the day with you again.
A Deep Attachment To This World
“The most sublime act is to set another before you.” William Blake, Proverbs of Hell
Let me honour you. Hold you up to the light. Explore, examine and praise your simple beauty, your blessed grace.
Shiny, hard nut. Chestnut. Conker. Like my heart, you will soften and give under the right conditions, under the right love.
Who do you belong to? Where do you belong? I ask you, but really I ask myself.
It’s rude to stare, to touch but I’m attached to you whether I want to be or not. We are both citizens of the Earth. This Earth.
I’m not alone in this world I’m connected to you. Chestnut to brown. Brown to chestnut. Skin to skin. We are kin.
And I feel your hurt too.
In the Earth of her Voice is the Remnants of Fire
If I allowed curiosity and love to seep through the wounds, I wouldn’t be here now at the page trying to make sense of it.
A black girl walks through the meadow, enters the dark woods and forfeits her life. And I can’t but think if she was white …
Trust. Always difficult for me to hold, like light on burnt leaves. Like the coming of winter any day now.
The race talk, an accumulation of cautionary tales told through time, she, with earth in her voice, filled the void of rage with what was right for her soul. Joy.
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