They don't see us

We are the shadows
of white men
with whips
tearing us to the bone
for cotton filled dreams
of greed and betrayal

They don't see us

We are the
product of their hatred
in the flesh
look what they've done
stained our skin
with our own blood
then convict themselves
with impunity

You don't see me

My skin is black
and I am human

After all the fatal cuts
you gave to me
Quietly looking the other way
hoping not to
catch a glimpse of God

Give up
For the meeting
of flesh shall
surely perish

Wander in my love
you may stumble upon
the finest of linens

Spin always and listen to
the morning
it knows all things
it is the life
it is the eternal
the absolute living breath

For the meeting of flesh
is pleasant but shall rot
and
will surely perish

Earth is so delicate
that we must
take only
what we need
From Her

For She is the
life breathing
in life
the
storms breeding
rage and thunder with
the cold wind
nudging at our bones

When we choose
to actualize our
disembodied arrogance
upon Her
we wake Her wrath

Then in the most
compassionate
diabolical
way
she slowly deals
our final fate

I am a shapeshifter
a chameleon of
this world

I am forbidden
and sweet
an illusion
you've tasted
many times

I am the nerve of
your thoughts
unseen
on the billow
of impermanent
clouds...

You are a novice to this
Earth bound seedling
stubborn headed leading
Take the darkness and
wrap it around you
a cold shawl
retreating you
with the eyes of
mother moon upon you
You budding you
in full view
Every gaze like the Sun
You come full bloom
and hold the days
living from heart

It's immaterial
what we give to
each other

It does not come
with a price tag
and cannot be bought

It is soul bound
unseen

it's what is brewing
inside of you that counts
while no one looking