alexandria-rae-mason - Hello Poetry

Roads that eventually intersect after miles of traveling Little black girls From different worlds but somehow became a part of the others' Always laughing at the world for not know how deep the river flows and where the roads connect Praising the others melanin and defiant hair as more than just dead skin cells You cheered for me harder than I did myself I cried when I heard the news that my friend wasn't mine anymore and that those little black girls were growing up and apart. Laughs echoed in my mind and pushed tears out.

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Jan 11, 2016

Jan 11, 2016 at 1:16 PM UTC

Departure.

Roads that eventually intersect after miles of traveling Little black girls From different worlds but somehow became a part of the others' Always laughing at the world for not know how deep the river flows and where the roads connect Praising the others melanin and defiant hair as more than just dead skin cells You cheered for me harder than I did myself I cried when I heard the news that my friend wasn't mine anymore and that those little black girls were growing up and apart. Laughs echoed in my mind and pushed tears out.

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Open letter Dear B It overwhelms me to write this because this week I've been speechless. So speechless. You've witnessed this as my eyes suddenly watered because staring into your eyes showed me something I had never seen. I always knew, but after five months apart, and seeing that stare through a screen, I forgot the magic that lies behind it and the feelings it stirs in me. That stare alone reminds me of everything I've always wanted and never knew how to get, never knew what it was worth if I ever did. I've been searching for this thing forever. Anxious and needy and impatient. So I apologize to the men I never loved, because I thought maybe "love" was something you speak out loud when you crave their body or just want someone to stay around just a little longer. I mistook all of them for something only you could be, hoping that they could fill the gap I never knew was always going to be empty until you came along. But I never knew until I knew. Loving you gives me a new life that is lighter, easier, yet fuller at the same time. Being with you, holding your hand, knowing that I am yours and you are fully mine, it cements a feeling of peace, finally. And I just never would have thought as we crossed paths that summer 2013 during soar, I'd fall so in love with that brown boy from California wearing a tank top so boastful of his LA roots. But I did, and each day you allow me to be yours still feels brand new. Five months without you can be described as "it literally knocked her down at night, and raised her up in the morning, for when she dragged herself off to bed, having spent another day without his presence, her heart beat like a gloved fist against her ribs." Well, I'm not Hagar nor you Milkman, and my love is not affliction, but I ached those months to be next to you long enough for pecks to turn to passionate kisses that excluded the world. Waters rushing through me strong enough to erase anyone that is not you from my body, and force my mouth to refute those who ever visited. "You never had me, I am not who I was then. I am only his, all of his."

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Jul 17, 2015

Jul 17, 2015 at 8:19 AM UTC

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Open letter Dear B It overwhelms me to write this because this week I've been speechless. So speechless. You've witnessed this as my eyes suddenly watered because staring into your eyes showed me something I had never seen. I always knew, but after five months apart, and seeing that stare through a screen, I forgot the magic that lies behind it and the feelings it stirs in me. That stare alone reminds me of everything I've always wanted and never knew how to get, never knew what it was worth if I ever did. I've been searching for this thing forever. Anxious and needy and impatient. So I apologize to the men I never loved, because I thought maybe "love" was something you speak out loud when you crave their body or just want someone to stay around just a little longer. I mistook all of them for something only you could be, hoping that they could fill the gap I never knew was always going to be empty until you came along. But I never knew until I knew. Loving you gives me a new life that is lighter, easier, yet fuller at the same time. Being with you, holding your hand, knowing that I am yours and you are fully mine, it cements a feeling of peace, finally. And I just never would have thought as we crossed paths that summer 2013 during soar, I'd fall so in love with that brown boy from California wearing a tank top so boastful of his LA roots. But I did, and each day you allow me to be yours still feels brand new. Five months without you can be described as "it literally knocked her down at night, and raised her up in the morning, for when she dragged herself off to bed, having spent another day without his presence, her heart beat like a gloved fist against her ribs." Well, I'm not Hagar nor you Milkman, and my love is not affliction, but I ached those months to be next to you long enough for pecks to turn to passionate kisses that excluded the world. Waters rushing through me strong enough to erase anyone that is not you from my body, and force my mouth to refute those who ever visited. "You never had me, I am not who I was then. I am only his, all of his."

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*tears of love and happiness creeps in my soul, and swells my heart. In the flesh. He's real.*

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Jul 13, 2015

Jul 13, 2015 at 12:26 PM UTC

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*tears of love and happiness creeps in my soul, and swells my heart. In the flesh. He's real.*

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32,000 feet off the ground I've never been closer to the stars They always told me to reach I never knew how long my arms could go Black girl magic midnight on a flight back home

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Jul 7, 2015

Jul 7, 2015 at 9:39 PM UTC

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32,000 feet off the ground I've never been closer to the stars They always told me to reach I never knew how long my arms could go Black girl magic midnight on a flight back home

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Media naranja When we were walking through the streets trying to find souvenirs, there was a store named la media naranja. "Do you know what that means?" "Orange middle? Half orange?" He laughed. *"It's when you find the one for you. Your girl, your boy. And you just fit. You find your other half. The other half to your orange."* "Like a soulmate."

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Jun 29, 2015

Jun 29, 2015 at 12:28 PM UTC

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Media naranja When we were walking through the streets trying to find souvenirs, there was a store named la media naranja. "Do you know what that means?" "Orange middle? Half orange?" He laughed. *"It's when you find the one for you. Your girl, your boy. And you just fit. You find your other half. The other half to your orange."* "Like a soulmate."

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*Black born Black careless Black die Black boy Black born Black queer Black love Black die Black born Black careless Black born Black love Black poor Black die Black cry Black guilty Black spring Black forget Black content Black die Repeat Black girl Black born Black love Black beat Black die Black born Black girl Black hair Black lip Black body Black hate Black die Black born White world Black Careless boy girl queer Black Self loathing Black Born Die black Black breathe Black finally breathe Repeat*

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Jun 16, 2015

Jun 16, 2015 at 2:11 PM UTC

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*Black born Black careless Black die Black boy Black born Black queer Black love Black die Black born Black careless Black born Black love Black poor Black die Black cry Black guilty Black spring Black forget Black content Black die Repeat Black girl Black born Black love Black beat Black die Black born Black girl Black hair Black lip Black body Black hate Black die Black born White world Black Careless boy girl queer Black Self loathing Black Born Die black Black breathe Black finally breathe Repeat*

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This is melanin and love and you can't fake this. Mixing shades of ancestry and bloodlines and pigments that stick to the core. Somewhere someone peeked in a black woman's ear, straight through to her mind, Saw a village dancing in her head! Fires lit, drummers surrounding, same steps synchronized because they were born like this Nothing but magic how all the time these drums sounded off in her head so of course her walk holds steady as a drum Of course her hips swing with the beat as she steps with the villagers. Her life becomes syncopated with rhythm Dancing in all her movements Never missing a beat

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Jun 15, 2015

Jun 15, 2015 at 6:16 PM UTC

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This is melanin and love and you can't fake this. Mixing shades of ancestry and bloodlines and pigments that stick to the core. Somewhere someone peeked in a black woman's ear, straight through to her mind, Saw a village dancing in her head! Fires lit, drummers surrounding, same steps synchronized because they were born like this Nothing but magic how all the time these drums sounded off in her head so of course her walk holds steady as a drum Of course her hips swing with the beat as she steps with the villagers. Her life becomes syncopated with rhythm Dancing in all her movements Never missing a beat

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*Why do you worry When our God Asks instead you pray?*

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Jun 14, 2015

Jun 14, 2015 at 7:59 PM UTC

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*Why do you worry When our God Asks instead you pray?*

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I wish I could write you a love song Singing a broken melody that never could find fluidity until you. A compilation of complications.

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Jun 10, 2015

Jun 10, 2015 at 5:08 PM UTC

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I wish I could write you a love song Singing a broken melody that never could find fluidity until you. A compilation of complications.

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It's a sad song hearing someone lie to themselves. Mutually excluding love and success Making excuses that one means sacrificing the other They always pick success over those arguments that make you fight to stay together Forgetting that success does not birth generations But love always births richness

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Jun 9, 2015

Jun 9, 2015 at 3:31 PM UTC

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It's a sad song hearing someone lie to themselves. Mutually excluding love and success Making excuses that one means sacrificing the other They always pick success over those arguments that make you fight to stay together Forgetting that success does not birth generations But love always births richness

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