As I trace the lines in your face, I understand why it took me so long to find you.
I understand why they hurt me, deserted me, and left me for dead;
the Lord was molding you just for me.
waiting for me to truly be broken so that You could put me back together,
He gave you a complexion a little lighter than mine with eyebrows thick and unruly to shield the warmth in those brown eyes I love to stare into so much; My God centered a beautifully black bell pepper nose onto you that I would love for my children to have.
Underneath are soft, plump, juicy lips that never lie nor leave me unsatisfied.
They move by the command of a jawline that has the strength of a thousand men.
Baby, you have the strength of a thousand men.
You carry burdens and responsibilities that are not yours to harbor, and you do so effortlessly.
Every day you walk around with a target on your back.
Without knowing the layers of you, they see cocoa brown skin and broad shoulders and think "beast", but you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen
A masterpiece in the middle of Chernobyl, my own piece of heaven.
They don't know the closer that bullet gets to your heart the deeper it hurts, the more of you that gets exposed on the nightly news.
When they yell "hands above your head,'' they don't know how gently those hands have caressed me, every insecurity they have cured, how they have never been raised to me in anger or rage but to wipe away the tears that this world has caused.
They don't know that when they slammed you onto the concrete, and the patrol car, and the table inside the interrogation room that the bruises they left behind would have to be explained to our daughter and your mother. That the 3 most important women in your life would find out that you are not Superman, that in their eyes you are still merely just a Boy.
They don't know that we all attend the same church, that the God they believe in is that same God I cried to when the doctor told me that there was nothing more they could do for you. They don't know that you have been God-fearing all your life, and since He is the only thing you do fear they decided to beat the oppression and subjugation back into your lungs until you could no longer breathe
Until they were no longer afraid of you...
are they still hurting you?
Don't they know that you came into this world broken and with something to prove so their hate and bigotry does not diminish your light or shake your spirit
That even with your face plastered on a white tee gasping for air
you breathe life back into me
YOU ARE READING
Love and All It's Done to Me
PuisiAccess to me You don't like me, you like having access to me The possession your tongue has over me, the ability to string my syllables together, whisper my name in the wind, and as it falls unto my ear I walk to you run to you hop, skip and jump...
