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    December 22nd, 2008cripchickwriting/poetry

    some days you have to stay in, blast some jill scott, and write corny love poems, you know?

    let me take your burdens and bury them under my tongue,
    locking them between my teeth,
    reminding you that i am the keeper of your secrets
    only through soft sweet kisses
    on your beautiful skin

    let’s pause this nonsense, the distractions are clear on freeze frame,
    black and white stills of our lives
    exhibit one
    politics, different backgrounds, loud suspicion between two peoples
    history is evidence and prophecy that all the love in the world is often times still not enough
    exhibit two
    jokes, the kind that leave us both hurt and forever frontin’
    miscommunications sit between us
    i still can’t believe you said that last week…
    exhibit three
    media, textbooks, and systemic violence remind us everyday that bodies shaped, colored, twisted, broken, and beautifully abundant like ours
    are not worthy
    or ever deserving of love

    sitting in a dark room, fingers intertwined and touching the screen
    i’ll say baby.. even with all this, i still believe we could heal each other
    if you could stop hop scotching around us, around this.
    trust me, give me a chance
    i won’t laugh
    i won’t say you were wrong, you didn’t try hard enough, you misunderstood his intentions, that it’s all your fault
    i won’t tell you what i would have done
    i won’t
    i won’t.

    after confession number one, if you are still listening, if you have not left me,
    i’ll search for you in the dimness
    letting my eyes ask you
    am i too blatant?
    have i been too loud, too proud in my skin?
    it has been a process to claim who i am
    & i am fastened together by little threads, pieces of worn cloth patched together
    deep scars trace the path of knives that bit my skin in the pursuit
    of a more perfect union but i refused to be carved into one of them.

    it hits me, the truth is slowly beginning to reveal itself,
    i am the glaring reminder of what is hidden under your clothes
    the things you want to forget
    ironically, it’s those things that make me want you
    even more…

    let me take your burdens and bury them under my tongue,
    locking them between my teeth,
    reminding you that i am the keeper of your secrets
    only through soft sweet kisses
    on your beautiful skin

    we could heal each other.

 

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