Imprints on Silky Linen
that there mark is from me trying to be grown before my time
getting holes punched into flesh’s concrete
trying to look a little older
so people stop carding me
12 piercings in…
and i still look 15
what is love without touch?
you can get close to a feeling
but never give too much
bite me if its real
leave broken teeth imprints on silky linen
my cocoa brown hides many tales
some i don’t talk about
but my skin knows well
it heals quickly and keeps dark secrets
tucked away like a wishing well
that spot of missing skin above my eyebrow
used to be whole
an eyebrow trimming gone wrong
left me teary eyed and
staring at the unchanging vanity mirror reflection with disgust
that darkened patch of skin on my arm
use to blend in
before i went in
the oven half cocked
excited over a half baked,
turkey pot pie that i brought
the original cost was low
but in the end i paid a lot
what is love without touch?
you can get close to a feeling
but never give too much
bite me if its real
leave broken teeth imprints on silky linen
my cocoa brown hides many tales
some i don’t talk about
but my skin knows well
it heals quickly and keeps dark secrets
tucked away like a wishing well
these moles randomly scattered on my face
are generations in the making
one of many family traits
that i have taken
thought about laser removal
but how do i know that the gross,
lively, beauty marks will be all that is taken
my inheritance tossed to the side
like a scrap of paper
but i digress…
the message caught up in pity’s shallowness
talk to the scars covering my Black soul
the animosity stewing in my mind
after watching an officer put a brotha in a choke hold
backdrop to a land, founded on the back, of Black gold
loosen your grip or the masses will lose control
a man lies dead as a nation stands on the brink
adrenaline pumping too fast to think…
there is no book without the Black ink
we wrote the fantasy for you
turned red, white and blue…
when we never saw our dream never come true
after 500 years of terror and torture
all we asked for was a chance at the happiness pursuit
what is love without touch?
you can get close to a feeling
but never give too much
bite me if its real
leave broken teeth imprints on silky linen
my cocoa brown hides many tales
some i don’t talk about
but my skin knows well
it heals quickly and keeps dark secrets
tucked away like a wishing well
spring forth radiant glow
block out the starry night sky
cinnamon skin speaks an eclectic language, few know
it flows in and out of time
stepping into twilight it flows with no boundaries
and ignores all man man made signs
we’re marvels in the modern day
descendants of the sublime
leaving refined imprints
on a world filled with silky colorful linen
come float in the ecstasy
me and my people live in
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