Who's to say
that I am extreme
I hide my quirks
in awkward smiles
and inconvenient
small talk
I am a black girl
interrupted which means
I am quite possibly magickal
but invisible to most and really
seen by very few
I guess like all of us
dying to be remembered
dying to become immortal...

I am numb from
feeling so much

to believe is to
be let down at
some point

it might as well be
make believe
fairy tale kind of nonsense

It makes the
apathy feel so much better
but deep down we
all know who is
full of it

and the nonbelievers
are really candle
holding angels
longing to bless you and
kiss your feet...

It takes a world of kindness
to cover up a heart of coal
for mine is a blackened blindness
dark enough to steal your soul

visit this depth of nothingness
don't fathom its layers of theft
for I cover up this hole of emptiness
with smiles and remnants of fret

Living each day as a fraud
if only you could see
this authenticity
ingenious words on the sly
then you'd shut up and be grateful
and go away to hide

I don't have much patience
for small talk and lies
but it takes a script
that's fraudulent
to make the stage a disguise

But please always remember
its my life and a story of just cause
And I am delighted to tell you
This poem is nothing but a fraud

The young are
not immune
to bleeding

They are not
immortal

just naive
and very short sighted
it comes with being
sucker punched by life
over and over again
until they realize
that the bleeding
doesn't last forever
and is only mildly painful

to make this point...

You say
you want
to walk the way
but never be moved
and I say
you are already
the way walking
stumbling over your
two humble yet divine feet

It is you
who will travel
this world unknowing
and it is you who
will manifest the sacred things
for each gesture there
are those of us waiting
for the next coming

You exist inspite
of the vacuum
But do not wait

You must Be
for
you are the abyss
forming itself
over and over again
fractals of light in the many
facets of eternity