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  Mar 2019 Genevieve
Langston Hughes
When I was home de
Sunshine seemed like gold.
When I was home de
Sunshine seemed like gold.
Since I come up North de
Whole **** world's turned cold.

I was a good boy,
Never done no wrong.
Yes, I was a good boy,
Never done no wrong,
But this world is weary
An' de road is hard an' long.

I fell in love with
A gal I thought was kind.
Fell in love with
A gal I thought was kind.
She made me lose ma money
An' almost lose ma mind.

Weary, weary,
Weary early in de morn.
Weary, weary,
Early, early in de morn.
I's so weary
I wish I'd never been born.
Genevieve Mar 2019
mmm, cleanliness.
soft soft shame.
teardrops of morning dew that just
evaporate the blame,
and with it comes the morning sun
to rise and rise again,
the star that brings
the light of day
that burns away the pain,
the star that
WILL NOT ANSWER
when I call it by its name.

my love, my love,
my sun above,
the shadows and the rain.
you end the dark
and each day starts
with your sweet sugarcane.
my love won't wane
until the day
my sunshine shies away.
and then we part,
the summer starts,
and love
     will find
         a way.
Genevieve Mar 2019
blue eyes sprawling through the trees,
like cold spring wind with summer breeze.
light and loving
blown out holes
that trace
my face
like burning coals.

smells like future memories,
like hips moving to melodies,
like hands clasped now for all to see,
like i'm with you
and you're with me.
Genevieve Mar 2019
For Katherine:

    I act on impulse,
(and you forgive me.)
    Or on fear,
(my dread outlives me)
    But that's not
what brought
    me here.

    Some simple words
and simple flowers
    for a girl
who steals my hours
    when she doesn't even know it,

    so here's
  some love
to show it.
04.08.18
Genevieve Mar 2019
what to write from a brain to a scroll,
whatever words float up from your soul.

in practice of keeping it
soft, safe, and sweet,
you must not consider
the pounding of feet.

they flee from the side of the world
they grew on,
beneath the large tree that
spreads out until dawn.

the moon
  and the stars
    and the sun
      and the clouds,
the weight of the tears
pull you straight to the ground.
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