For us,  
we get the hand* of it
&
we get the hang* of others

Using my active voice,
I confessed my love.

I linked the hints I gave using a conjunction
So you could understand it

Instead of a comma to connect us two,
I’ve got you a ring instead.

Understand, affection, mine
Serial comma the list and take it all

I could use a semicolon;
To help relate you and me.

Every day I love you more,
Out of habit, I suppose

Stop looking away from me,
I’m telling you something important now.

I shared my feelings with you,
Not because I was forced to.

I have stopped smoking but,
I have never stopped loving you.

I have been loving you since we first met,
This is what I have been waiting for all my life.

By the time I proposed, your responsive demeanour vanished,
I had gotten a bit impatient and asked you again

“You grammar teachers…” You sigh deeply.
I only smile as you bashfully pull me close.

I love language
I love slang
I love ebonics and southern twang
I dont "talk white"
Theres no "proper english"
I talk how I talk.
I speak as I wish.
I'm a grammar qween
But dont come for my trouble
ain't got no time to be studdin the limits of your bubble
Because you've made a box
Of your ethnocentrism
the color in my words
Finds narrow minds in a schism
So open your eyes
See past your upward tilted nose
And open your ears to the beauty of prose That sounds unfamiliar
Or feels contradictory
Or has been beaten and stigmatized due to bias and history
Let's grow beyond that
Beyond misinformation
To cultural relativism.
To correlation.
I'll code switch if I want
Code blend if I choose
I reserve all the rights to the language I use.
You'll find me moving with pride, so culturally infused,
my head held high while I drop "aint's" and "you's a whooole fool"s
I dont "talk white"
Theres no "proper english"
I talk how I talk.
I speak as I wish.

You or me

You then me

But never
You and me?

The more we walk together
The less we know one another

There'll be a bouquet
Of finely scented words
Rolling off me tongue

Me love for you
Will then shine
Like the sun

You and I, me muffin
Shall find that
Happiness is a warm bun

I find myself
adding a lot of commas
in my poetry
Could it be
I need more
breathing space?