the words i bleed onto this pageecho of the pain that rings in my skin
the poetry of my mother a sad hymn
since you're here i'll admit
i am a brown girl that is sad and bereft
not surprising that sadness should come and rip open my chest
move my heart to the left
she made a home in my heart and it's broken
leaves me unloved but demands my devotion
she leaves me numb, frozen to emotion
i carry the weight of the words unspoken
seconds away from an explosion
but swallow the tempest and my eyes will be a calm ocean
maybe then you won't be scared of the potions
In my hair, in my skin, in my lotion
and you won't run from my emotions
and you'll swim in the waves of my ocean
but I wake and it's over
you're still gone so why won't it just be over?
when my words remind you of something you heard before
when I feel like lost homes and a forgotten war
i too like those brown girls
carry a sadness in me that I abhor
you're such a bore
stop acting like a whore
i have not willed sadness
called her or seduced her
i inherited her when i crossed the ocean
she gifted me with fatalism as a token
sadness has stolen
my girlhood and left me trapped in a semicolon
my heart still torn open
praying and still hoping
far too young to be knowing
that the blood colouring my thighs was an omen
gasping hardly coping
sadness is a terrible lover
i confess i am tired of her
if i could i would never let her in
she forgets to water to seeds she made grow upon my skin
leaves my lips tasting like the aftermath of sin
thinking of all the things i could have been
as i dance to the whisper of jinn
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For the Sun of your Skin
ParanormalneA poetry collection about what it feels like to be loved by the sun, for the scars, the brown and gold that is left as a memorabilia on your skin.