Hey Glory Child

Hey Glory Child

Awakened with the sun in the morning, yet light lay somewhere with truth

I embraced foreign trails that guided my imperfect intimacies.

Cavernous hues and concave blues

A path so beautiful…desireless… and so very little left to prove..

Forced to wonder.. How do..

I offer admittance to blind failures I had unwillingly succumbed to?

Willing and able

I drowned in color stripped seas just to relive those April mays

For moments I witnessed a rose burn its brightest below the scorch of summer’s rays

Emerald days.. I’ve replayed.

…ones that birthed the thorns cringed upon for its efforts to alleviate a sleeping weed’s pain

Melanin. Breezed. Waves.

Those where I surfed beneath the breasts of the sun’s most loved goddesses

Envisioned sweet dreams

And the conception of an Afr...

Oblivious

She’s a sister

A Mother

A lover

My friend…

So  magnificent in her intellect… yet for him…

She’ll consistently pretend

To be insensible to the circumstances she’s unwillingly concurred to

A fool

…Consistently ridiculed

Under the construction of brother she thought was raised by a descent mother

Fixings of regret for being another

… only succumbing to be—this man’s tool

Saddened

Indeed I am

To see her wither under the storms that offer no foundation for ferns to stand

Damn…

She is entirely unaware

…. That the sun dances in daylight just to be the glimpse within her stare

UTT-ER-LY  BARE…

She did.

The seas of her mind…

And the intoxications o...