i am deep in relations with a deeper meaning; familiar to a larger view of a picture that most can only see a spec. so when i’m distant don’t you take it as a form of disrespect, or neglect. my space is required, my ability to function is in compliance with my ability to be silent. in solitude i confide and they say no man is an island, i am an island, isolated. separated. never to be integrated.
hidden in plain sight are the stories of my life all of the pieces that i write they speak so sharply like a knife. yet the ones so close they lack the trait of understanding. i’m more oblivious to all that is surrounding, i’m always giving but the favor hasn’t found me. it goes so deep, a single broken piece, profoundly.
love me loud like lion’s roar or love me none. treat me proud, like i am but the only one. make it known that i am yours, down in a love, down on all fours. or down on two, or bended knee. a life with me, extendedly. forever you & i will be, eternally.
i am not the bigger person, i take things personal. i trade in my emotions, vague role reversal. i cash in my luck, for a few moments of silence by the waves. i’m out of balance, as the days go by i waver like skipped rocks across the sea...
an ever-brewing ache, one similar to the feeling of the world on my shoulders. it never lets up. a silent cry in the wind, a scintilla of sadness, gives the warning of a thousand violent storms. it’s chaotic here, it’s a mess. each day i breathe, each day i love a little less.
would you die to feel the warmth of my persuasive embrace. what would you do for just a second of my time? you dare not question my desire. immense expression, you’re in dire need of something that can make you whole again. i hold the changer of worlds in a pocket so small. a heavy guard at the gates, there is no passcode. how do you enter? no one has entered since the past-world. & all who entered & left, are still lost with regrets. you cannot leave this place of comfort, you’ll never find it not again. there’s only one way & the secret lies within.
there is attitude as strong as my own in these kinks and these coils, my Afro has a mind of its own. she stands tall when she wants, shrivel up when she’s cold. sometimes shy, she is not a people person. my Afro only communicates with other Afros. she ain’t stingy but she **** sure don’t like to be touched. don’t you try to sweet talk her when she’s in a rush. only like a wash & oils. sometimes gel and finger coils. she’s amazing, i love my twa.