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 Oct 2014
Deontra' Demeritte
Inclusion: the action or state of including
or being included within a group or structure

Solution: a means of solving a problem or
dealing with a difficult situation

Now, is *‘inclusion’ the ‘solution’
?

Is confiding not always in yourself,
but being able to confide in people you trust:
a group,
a team,
not an impeccably simple way to solve complications?

Some people that dwell in isolation
succumb to despondency and desolation
and invariably,
wrap themselves in a costume of facades.
Inclusion eradicates these issues.

We as humans
want answers to our questions,
resolutions to our complications;
a myriad of different perspectives
can quickly enlighten and open the eyes
of those who truly seek a solution.

Solution to what?
Solutions to those “impossible questions”,
Solutions to those “exasperating situations” we can’t seem to get out,
Solutions to those “family troubles”
"relationship troubles",
"work troubles",
most importantly,
those “social problems”.

Inclusion is no secret,
it’s the biggest weapon we as people have.
Inclusion gives all of its users the power
to control.
Inclusion is power,
the real wealth beneath our skins.
With inclusion,
we have the solution.

(d.b.d.)
I remember him so much better when the lights are off
In the dark
I can almost see it
The imprint of his body in my sheets
There
As if he never left
It seems they cannot forget him either
I can practically see it
The shape of his long legs and how perfectly they intertwined with mine
In the dark
I can almost feel the imprint of his hands
On me
Inside me
Caressing my soul with his shine
Leading me home
His hands
So rough
Yet soft
Like silken sheets
His sheets
That knew not of where I began and he ended
And if they could speak they'd have much to say
But would find no words worthy
The first time we kissed, I wrote you a poem with my tongue
I tucked it in right in the back of your mouth, between your gums and all that darkness
I never said anything but I tasted it all on your tongue
I tasted all of your pain, and inhaled all of your lonely
Even then
beneath my mouth
you still didn't feel like a person
you only felt like home
I wrote you a poem with my tongue
and I wonder if I kissed you like a heart beats
soft to slow
slow to quick
would I find my poem still nestled where I placed it
I wonder if my words helped **** the bitter alone
I wrote you a poem with my tongue
when we first traced scars and shared past lives
when we first shared our DNA
and I guess after all this time
what I want to say is
even underneath all that pain and lonely
there is a star hidden within those petals you call a mouth
that there is a sweetness to that bitter
that you are still my only home

— The End —