for papa
I guess this is why I never really miss you
even at a distance
we are so alike.
for papa
I guess this is why I never really miss you
even at a distance
we are so alike.
My mother says I need to get out more
stop confining myself in the space
of four white walls
mistaken comfort
but this is what I call safe.
Trying to take refuge in a body
waring itself to live
with a mind getting too comfortable with death
your tongue clutching onto survival.
Sitting in empty
thinking how I just
want to be enough
for you, a place to call
whole.
Stop celebrating holidays
that aren’t a part of your
culture. You’ll ruin the real
essence of the tradition.
When it is time
I will be done with
all I have
to say in this world.
All you will have of
me
is the writings I left
behind.
Creating your art
through the lens of others is sabotage
of the self.
Come love, and let this journey of
o
u
r
love
take
flight so even the
gods
could envy us.
How can you not love
the melanin the gods of Earth have
blessed me with? Even the sun was
jealous it couldn’t pierce through me.
In between your legs
like a bee sucking nectar
from a flowers fruit.
Snow covered mountains
bleeding rose petals
holding you by its thorns
why does your love hurt?
I don’t wish to mold
you into a poem, it
is time to move on.