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Janan Jul 2018
You are a King

Never let any living being with a functioning nervous system

half love you
I'm also referring to the man that stares back at you in your reflection
You see,
You have worn yourself thin

Your diamond crown has wilted

Into that of jester

From burning yourself raw by entering scorned women

With burning hot resentment

Manifesting in their wombs

You’ve played boo-boo the fool

To many A devil in tight dresses

Perpetual Man eaters

Posed as your Eve

Who werent meant to be your
rib
In the first place

You’ve allowed them

In your breathing canal

And you wonder why you have suffocated
You fail to realize that these creatures don’t care for you

In ways you wish your father taught you
were acceptable to be nurtured

Did he not teach you that self-love wasn’t at the foundation of narcissism

And endlessly adjusting your physical attributes

Won't mask the emptiness you feel when you go to bed at night

You have operated out of self-destruction for so long

your incompetence has set the standard

Of sub-par credentials in the women lay down and you bust open
To coddle their insecurities
 To sleep
Just so you won’t stare at a vacant space
White walls echoing  the secrets of your loneliness

You play etch-a-sketch with the tracks of your tears on black pillowcases because you are forced to shed them in the dark
You aren’t in alignment

With the man God has called you to be

And now, the only person blocking you from your destiny is you
Janan Jul 2018
I want to fall in love with how your mouth formulates vowels

And how your teeth articulate its consonants while mentioning my name

I want to dissect your psyche with my tongue

And witness what your thoughts taste like

You are the cherry

Resting atop my chocolate, wet dreams

Mixing these intimate philosophies

With your poetry

While you penetrate me with your eyes

Our wildest fantasies are intertwined

Like DNA at the peak of conception

I’ll be the Ntozake to your Uncle Luke

Let these fragranced words drip wet on these dotted lines because i thot about you
Janan Jul 2018
Cole said,
“I know your deepest punishment is that you’re not with me,”

And i felt that
Felt that with the utmost empathy

You see,
Karma is well endowed

For I know that you stare into the looking glass

Face drenched with tears

Because that Apple in your eye

Has fallen far from its tree

And you can’t replenish it’s seeds in your soil

Because the core is
deeply embedded in me

— The End —