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You
I think I'm still
searching
My body desperate

yearning ..

for you

I'm sure you're
calling
I reach out but I'm

falling ..

for you

I move towards
the warmth
Longing for the

strength ..

in you

Many times I've tried
to run
My thoughts always

return ..

to you



x
Armed with a truthbrush
And a few mythbusters
From zanzibar,
I scoured my soul
Like I'd never done before

Defying delusions
Of grandeur
Guarding doors shackled
And sealed
With cultural stereotape

I broke through the locks
And the shock
Of four centuries
Consumed me

The stench of humanity
Gone wild
Was palpable
Like cotton and gold

But the world was neither
Pitiless nor blind
To the plight
Of the slave's child

And the chiren
Of her *****
Would unite in the fight
To repair wounds
20 generations deep

Making the scars
Of imperious nations
Easier to bear

~ P
(#TheScarsofImperiousNations)
4/21/2014
Ode to Reparations
bliss on the end of
a warm spoon
it is you i have been
craving all afternoon

i would stop mid sentence
to let you whisper promises
sweet in my ear

i would gaze out the window
remembering the cool rush
of you calming my fevered
brain

i would long and yearn for
you
so much so that the top of my mouth began to itch

the time is near now
all is quiet, the rest in bed
just you me and the big old
moon
need to share this secret

oh my god swoon
the taste of you on my tongue
makes my brain go boom boom,boom

mango ice cream laced with
***
my guilty hidden lover
my tastebuds ripple into
overdrive

simple pleasures
bliss upon a spoon
come get some
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