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Savonte Jan 12
Your, my
Our
Crimson blood spilling out and mingling
In space: under the same sky,
In time: in the Echoes of Our Existence,
And in so many subtly mirrored experiences.

You, me,
All
I see the Innocence of all
In the flowers and the trees,
In the sunlight and the rain,
And in the dark, tumultuous seas.

The brightest of flames between Our Kind
Stand no chance against the Shield that Is Love.
It is Love,
Love, unfelt, unheard, unseen, yet Here,
Rising up
That saves us from ruin.

All are Gloriously Interlaced,
Tightly knotted, inseparable
Threads part of an
Intricate Collective-
Each Thread,
Beautiful

Each Thread,
Necessary,

For us, a promise that we’re never alone.
<3
Savonte Oct 2019
Red
In the Beginning was the Word,

And the Word was Life;

Life breathed into Dust,

And in Dust there was Blood.


Blood ran to and fro

The Organs; Ran to and fro

With the Falling of Sand Grains

And the Motion of Tides.


Sand Grains and Tides

Clamoring. Beckoning.

Begging. All to be drenched in the

Red of seductive, lingering Sunsets.


The “Before” the night Sky

And its Stars above a lifeless Void.


Blood heard- Was shed- and soaked

The Grains, soaked the Tides,

Evaporated, Poured down

Everlasting into blackness.


A perpetual Surge of red Petals


From the Red came Life.
Savonte Aug 2019
My nose caught a glimpse of
the smell of cherry blossoms
on a cherry blossom tree
as my body crossed through
the shadows of the tree's
entangled branches.

My feet stepped around
the fragile pale, pink petals
on the ground because my
eyes had learned to
notice and attribute value
to beings smaller than myself.

I must do better still.
Savonte Aug 2019
All my false selves intertwine
To form this being undivine
Wishing I could undo my creation;
Rewind.
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I want to start anew
Unrecognizable to you
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Sh­rouded in a blanket of snow
On fire and then dead from cold
Inexistence rebirths me;
Behold.
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Bathed­ in sunlight and budding flowers
No past, only now and forward
Old selves shedded; I'm headed toward
The Divine, reaching its hands lower.
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­I take them and they raise me up
Into the Heavens and my face, they cup,
I am promised promises of love and that
If I fall, I won't fall flat.
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He­ cares enough to catch me.
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I am undone.
I'm in His hold.
The potter's grip
Was eager to
Remold.
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Savonte Aug 2019
Purify the longings of my heart.
Circle around me doves in the wind.
Drown me in water and oil and flames,
O'er and o'er and o'er again.
Let me emerge a woman clothed in vines of ripe fruit,
Emerge a woman with a lamp in my soul,
And when Darkness comes calling with all its sweet lies,
Amp up the light; remind me the path my feet want
To follow.
Savonte Jun 2019
There is a longing in
my heart for a love
where you and I become
a tightly knotted "we," bound by
body, mind, heart, and soul.
Savonte May 2019
Were I to bathe myself in bleaching cream
Until I reached the other side of the complexion spectrum,
Were I to tame my ***** hair and grow it
Until it looked presentable
Were I to remove all traces of my roots
To disown my family and my black girl magic
Were I to do all this- insult my Creator by denying the beauty of diversity
Would they finally see me as a human being with dignity?
Would I finally be considered pretty?
Would life be fairer, and I happy?
Would I tell the rest of my kind to give up the fight for acceptance,
And come and join me-
Come and join me on the other side?
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