Tag: black poets

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Haunting

Smokey listeners

Reaching for the shallow limbs of black

They sink and wail to discover life

And so I remain, printed and somewhat flaky 

Together, forested in fictions

I lie to myself when I stretch out of the hopeful comforts

I’m picked as bark

The dog days are quite holy; haunting 

The body was muddy and dug out of void

Being, holy as well

Peer through 

Identify me, then leave me to be, leave me alone

As I grow feral to the moans of cicadas 

I will touch the golden skies in faith

The ones I indulge in and tell stories about

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Black Sheep

I can go anywhere and find home on my skin
Resting in dew
What’s new
When strangers are blue
Sketched and watercolored onto blocks
I’m an iridescent rock with moss
I wrap my locs when I’m around em
Pretend I’m Medusa, not a bit hesitant
And my shadows vow to move exactly how I move
As I pretend to blend in as if I belonged here
I dodge small talk
I know real voices, true hearts
I’ve mastered how to mirror; starting over less foreign than I
I knew I was alright
I was a locust bite, bitter
In the cool hybrid air
I made my way through the stolen
What I gave away could never keep up
My gift was melted and sculpted
Sometimes I’d call it love

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Out

Spread out

To disappear

I’m distracted

My mind’s not near

My mind’s tuned in

Tuned out

I’m not walking forward

Spaced out

I’m a broken clock

A broken record

And I’m upside-down

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Stillness

Around you I tread gently

I treat you with kid gloves

I rock you to sleep

Thinking little nothings

Riding the wave

I try to behave

My heart is your slave

She prefers it that way

There’s an unspoken rule here

As we tangle and toss my dear

I won’t speak if you don’t

You have my word

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Form

She sways and she fades

Condensing as we name her audacious

Sometimes I shout it too

With her I had no clue

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My love comes in all forms

She’s cold and lukewarm

When she melts I melt with her

I have faith in her rigid lorn

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Chant and sing these warnings

She is everything

She is nothing within

On the mountain where I placed her

She was my only friend

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I was free to scrutinize her

She was decay and serpent

Offered me to experience life freely

She wouldn’t dare come with me

I’d repent to see her nearly

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Still

The window is broken but you open it still

Creating mass and spaces to sit on

To worry about; challenge freedom in

You help me speak and understand nothing

There is no right or wrong with you

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Tranquil night

She was in search of a sign

A whisper, all knowing

As she laid, nuzzled in piles of his pillows and her sheets

Flooded with fire and fragile words

Every language, she thought

For once she could move with the world

That she could return to speaking sparrows and true crows feet would emerge from her soil

That her nurture was enough

Stormy nights brings fragility for the house of her soul

And so she sleeps a tranquil night