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Gray Ndiaye Dec 2021
The acceptance
Of your transition
Was solidified
When you told me
Grandpa came
To visit you
In your dreams
I knew it
Would not be
Easy
I just had to
Maintain
In between
My greatest
Inheritance
Was the strength
You gave
To me
Little did
I know
I was preparing
To go into
Battle
A portion
Of my purpose
Was meant to
Rattle
The monotony
Transcend the mundane
Shake it up
Add some color
To what was normally
Plain
Many mornings
I prayed
Many nights
I laid
Before my own
Altar
Awaiting an answer
A resolution
To my agony
There was always
Threat of
A tragedy
A warrior
I was
A warrior
I am
A warrior
I will be
God
Renewed
My vision
So I can now
Help others
To see
Sight is not
Limited to just
Our eyes
Sight
Is gifted to
Those who
Realize
Forces of darkness
Will try
But can never
Harness
Those who
Continue
To fight
Even when
They are tarnished
Those who
Break themselves
Open
In order
To provide
Light
In abandoned
Places
Those willing
To shine
On forgotten
Faces
Evil is forced
To scatter
When LOVE
Confronts hate
It no longer
Matters
The strength
Bestowed
Upon me
Came through
You
Who was the conduit
Fruits of The Spirit
Effortlessly
Grew in your garden
Always in abundance
Never lacking
When it came time
To harvest
As you entered
Each gate
Leading you back
Home
To the New Jerusalem
I was reminded
Of those
Before me
The mighty warriors
I came from
I was reminded
Of who
I am
Gray Ndiaye Oct 2021
I keep clawing
My way up
The rough side
Of the mountain
I seem to have
Forgotten
If I chose this
Side of the mountain
Or whether it
Was a mistake
However
I don’t recall
There being another option
All sides were rough
Uneven
Sharp
Sometimes…
Fatal
I have also
Forgotten
What I am climbing for
What I am climbing towards
What awaits me
Up there?
Why do I have to climb?
I would have preferred
To take the stairs
Gray Ndiaye Sep 2021
Calamity
Follows the
Insanity
I have normalized
Far too many times
I have compromised
My own satisfaction
This was supposed
To be an enhancement
Not a detraction
Gray Ndiaye Sep 2021
I need precision
I need to make some
Revisions
Daydreams
Get me nowhere
I know I must
Wake up to go there
Swim
Across the ocean
Drive down the block
I thought I was
Under a boulder
In hindsight
It was only a
Small rock
Gray Ndiaye Sep 2021
come from a line
of down south negroes
who made sorrow
taste like mangoes
one of a kind
heroes
that continue
to show me
where to go
grandma was a planner
grandfather was a gambler
big mama was a handler
grandaddy was a scammer
she was a go getter
he could be a killer
when necessary
against much opposition
they decided to
marry
drowning out
the cries
of both sides
why was it
other people’s concern
they were not the
ones who had
to learn
a life
they built
together
many riches
they hoped
to earn
doll loved daddy
daddy loved doll
maybe they were
supposed to be together
after all
wrote this as I listened to Skip James song “Devil Got My Woman” (1968 version) on repeat.

based on true stories.
Gray Ndiaye Sep 2021
The trepidation
Proceeds
The precipitation
Forming clouds
Over the walls
I have built
For protection
Constructed
After my peace
Became interrupted
This is new
For me
This is natural
To you
We moved faster
Than any imminent
Disaster
Your waves
Attacked
My shore
Although
It was unexpected
You are exactly
What I have been
Waiting for
Praying for
A new set of
Keys
A brand new
Door
Let’s elope
Let’s find hope
They will say
We have lost
Our minds
I believe
This is the
Perfect time
A time to
Love
A time to
Embrace
A time to
Get lost
In space
Not literally
But figuratively
I want to
Cross
Galaxies
With you
Stargaze
Get lost in
The maze
With you
Our love
Is not bound
By this dimension
Our love
May be full of
Contradictions
One thing for certain
Is we are
The solution
To each other’s
Afflictions
This is love
Sprinkled
With
Just the appropriate
Amount of
Addiction
Gray Ndiaye Sep 2021
Shove me aside
In attempts to
Retain your pride
Your actions
Speak louder
Than your words
Your actions
Negate everything
I have ever heard
The lies
The denial
I feel as if
You are always
On trial
And I am the prosecutor
I thought you were
A righteous suitor
One who could
Be trusted
One who I
Lusted
After
When in reality
You are nothing more
Than a skilled crafter
Leading me on
With fictitious
Images of
Our happily ever after
I laid there
I stayed there
For far too long
To think I
Willingly composed
The notes of my
Swan song
Chose to
Ignore
Everything that was
Wrong
Attempting to rectify
What I should have
Never
Multiplied
Fearing that love
Would not be
Duplicated
Settling for
Your lazy love
Which always left
Me frustrated
So I say
To myself
Cry love cry
Although this is
The right decision
I know it
Hurts to say
Goodbye
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