The next time we meet,
I am proud and this time I cry sincerely, but you can only watch in awe the thing you had a part in creating but will never be a part of. I had very few words for you but you didn't mind, for we were always present in feelings that constantly seemed to trespass and each time made us equally happy to be here now but also want to live in how we once knew, to be naive, to be the first time we set our minds on each other, the first time we create the sounds that bind our souls, to be half way between innocence and lost, to not know but also never be afraid of ourselves. The next time we meet, I am unable to tell you the thing I really came here for. But in the moments before we depart, for a time I am uncertain of, I tell you the very same thing I told you the last time, I'll never know people as great as you. Temi F
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You've spent your life
Living in a silent movie Seen but not heard Choking up on the insecurities They feed you I guess the cat really has got your tongue Woman what has become of you? (Picture Source: Mark Modimola Art) Stephanie I They said you couldn't be a star
That your melanin was too dim a shade to ever glow Beauty, they said is equated to how bright you can shine And you just want to shine bright Didn't fit into the symmetric fit of beauty they sized you So you downgraded your size, just to please them Looked for alternative means of validation But acceptance doesn't come from men, my child Such fire can only lead you into ashes So when they try to put your fire out With the dirty water that spews out their mouth uncontrollably Remind them of faith Tell them your skin-tone is a paradox of the things known but yet to be seen A beauty that can't be explained Because you were never meant to be explained Tell them your skin resembles the night sky A remembrance of God's very first creation Dark Skin, you are BEAUTY Steph I They say fake it till you make it
But I've been faking these smiles for too long Where is my happy ever after? Been stretching these gums too wide Hoping to part a way to you Let my heart be the Red Sea Don't let me die in Egypt Stephanie I |
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