you are a survivor you are silenced because the color of your skin intimidates the ones with none.
your ancestors your lineage was strong fighting everyday to get you here and this is what you make of them
that better place all that fight and toil to plant their seed and make a nation
for you to get here and their blood just to have a faint taste of freedom to see you happy blossoming never succumbing to the the foot of a lesser one you are the rich fruit that will never cease to bear fruit
now every time i smell lemongrass and coconut i will always remember how you ghosted on me
and when i lit the wick in my bedroom i let it crackle and take to the burning match until a pool of smoldering hot wax developed and i’d dip my finger in and watch it solidify and then suspend my finger above the kind dancer flame and see it melt back into the candle cup
it’s all just a cycle it’s going to burn at first but i would love again.
and the world is corrupt and putrid and behind every corner is a person plotting another’s demise and i look up only to see swinging brown bodies from the branches dancing to the whistles of the wind and the whites seeing their downfall from above their heads the whites afraid of the color they don’t know the winds up-taking their beings without permission they nod as if they’ve done a noble deed and i collapse from beneath the oak from the stench of rotting flesh and fallen hopes..
i grab your hands and make them latch on to my thighs thighs that could give a dead man life and so i took your fingers and trailed them all over the bumps scars stubble and bruises telling my story all of what you don’t hear choose not to see yet feel caress and ****** to embrace without letup..