He held my stitched soul’s attitude, honesty, and bluntness
He shadow lit my strength as an empowered woman, not as fractured glass
He knew our brilliance, and how they directed rage towards us
Mosaic man on radio repeat in my mind
Repurposed tenderness, curious, willing to learn
Mirror man, a feminist man, a really good quality man
Ten words a second, a talker, reaffirming my museum of mannerisms
A woman, not a girl
These views, language, and experiences are not yours but hand-me-down feminism
The women you slept with silk spined, open relationships, queer and lipstick logics
Spiral of boredom, you loved these women until you fell apart, holding on to them tightly, you femme forged their rosewater rage
Moonlit grit, vulnerability, zero *****, causality, poems turned into pages of your lovers of a bunch of *******
Not you but echo's of me, calling myself back home
I gave you mirror spells in laughs, wishful thinking, holograms of hope, that maybe this time could be a coming to finally become
I gave you images of complex womanhood through TV shows and pop girls
I reminded you of the treasures women have despite adversities, phoenix fragments and the ******* patriarchy
I gave you a new perspective you never heard of, nor could you comprehend
You have my inheritance of insight
Poems to unstuck your artistic block
Political awareness, my skin, my story, hidden in shame, buried under my ***** roots
They never left, reawakened, always within me
Piece by shining piece to regrow once again what was once forgotten
Never looking to a man with wild forged grace, it’s all within me, a ritual of return I always had and never really lost
You and I the unwritten story of us, so you will always remain borrowed light that was returned with interest
Your name fades in smoke as I remain
Your mosaic of magic, an illusion, when really, it was my brilliance
It was mine all along, what I gave away
What I forgot I could be, now I remember, now I return.