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Gray Ndiaye Mar 2019
I feel something for you
A need
You induce my longing
For another touch
I want to make you come
Home
Religiously like Sunday mornings
Speak your truth to me
While nibbling on my ear
Whispering prayers of peace
While you continuously
Break me open
Dividing my pleasure and pain
Equally
The angel on my shoulder
The angel in my head
Now lays next to me
In bed
Gray Ndiaye Jan 2022
Colder than Detroit
I’m losing my voice
I know I can
Leave
But do I really
Have a choice?
We have become
So interwoven
I try to say
The words
But I keep
Choking
I..
I…
I…
Need something new
I need to leave
You
What once worked
Is broken now
I tried to fix
This
I tried to remix
This
It’s too far gone
Hope is lost
The longer we
Linger
The greater the cost
The damage is done
We had our fun
We saw the sun
Every time
Trouble came
We would run
Changing our address
Changing our numbers
Now we are encumbered
Ravaged
There’s no possibility
Of repair
I should have been
Prepared
Yet I find myself
In a state of despair
You promised
To take care
Of me
You were supposed
To be
The one for me
The waves in my sea
The home
I longed to be
Although
This was inevitable
It still feels
Unforeseen
WOW
Gray Ndiaye Oct 2019
WOW
died a million times
before i surrendered
being born again
looks nothing
like i imagined
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 Oct 2020
Someone, something
Slithered over to me
And whispered in my ear
Telling me that I would
Amount to nothing
My bank account
Would never have
The right amount
In it
I would never
Be whole
Because I was empty
And incapable of
Self-preservation
If I did not depend
On another
I would surely die
If I could not
Find love
With another
I would surely die
If I did not slave
Under this corporation
That we call The United States
I would surely die
Brainwashed
Lost
Ashamed
I fell into
The trap of lack
A mindset I grew
To accept
And never question
Until one day
I discovered
The key that unlocked
My holding cell
Was the key
In my hand
In that moment
I escaped
Heading towards
Freedom Land
Gray Ndiaye Jul 2019
no good at taking criticism
not because i am perfect
only because my efforts
are worth it
i possess a fortitude
that is quiet yet vigorous
seemingly passive
when in fact i am passionate
incredibly willing
to go the distance
pursuing the desires
of my heart
with a herculean
durability
that is the envy
of many
let me be
for you will see
i am giving up a lot of
the unnecessary
in order to be free

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