I do not miss you

to catch you means I have to fall onto my own knees
sadly my knees are too old for that

I don’t trust
the dancers
the singers
the sweet talkers

Remember I came from one
and he never entered my heart

so be upset
be furious if you must

you are not meant for me
and I am certainly not meant for you

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My Mama’s Mama

Macooyo

lets talk while we cover our fingertips in henna
let’s talk and get some understanding

you lost a lot, you have been through a lot and still you pray
and still you bow your head in submission
let faith give you the strength to keep on moving
now you pray from your chair still, for salvation, health, protection
you pray for me, you pray for us, you pray for the souls that have left us
you pray for this entire temporary world, each word overflowing with sincerity

you are one of the reasons why I found my way back to God
you are my sabr in a world that is so temporary
you are my reminder that faith will keep the heart alive
so lets talk, make some memories and let the henna work its magic

 

You are meant for thick love.

You thought
you were opening yourself up to love
by breaking your own back.

You thought
by drowning yourself in apologies
that it would make you more desirable.

You were actually attending your own burial.
Now you are living six feet under and they are walking all over you.

Stop. Go back to living in the sun.
Let a true lover celebrate you with full force.
Accept the love, the trust, the commitment.
Never stay lingering around an individual
that is not grateful for your presence.
Let a true lover celebrate you.
Let a true lover come to you with commitment.
With intention. With action.
Your Mama did not risk her body and soul
for you to accept the bare minimum.
You are meant for thick love.
Let thick love in.

I am not your witness

by whispering to me
whilst my eyes were betraying my heart
you tried to own me from within
slowly your voice filled up my hours
this home became your house

I needed my soul back
so I put a world in between us
as you poured yourself into your words
I would sit there and let my heart overrule your thoughts

now you are living
without a witness
without my presence