I often feel like the word Shatter
I often feel words...
Words that can be very unbecoming
Sometimes I lose myself
In that moment... I just feel like shouting
Throwing things to the ground
Smashing and bashing...
Till I have regained my composure
Here I am fighting
...
Fighting for a sound
To be heard
Over your loud roaring
My voice is not little
So, I stand here with my fist up
Ready to fight...
It's Wednesday, February 20TH, 2019
I've been working hard, for eight hours
I keep glancing at the time here and there
Eight more hours to go
I'm leaning patience...
Sitting here patiently awaiting a text
Maybe even a call
Anything is better than nothing at all
Anything...
You must be thinking about me
Because you keep running through my mind
Like a slide show, that I constantly must hit PLAY and STOP on
Memories flood the pages of my mind
Each slot hitting home
If only you weren't so far away
Then maybe we could touch
Like the horizon does the sea
I feel hardened, Like a cold stone ball
I am the time 15:30
Original and small... far from important
Don't let the bastards grind you down
Latin; I think the saying goes
Nolite Te Bastardes Carborundorum
Life can be unbearable
With you I feel as free as a bird
You're the art
The artist has drawn
When they've found their muse
Old faithful
You fit into me
Like a foot does a shoe
Or a hand does a glove
Girl dontcha know I love you?
I love you like a fat kid love cake
When you've put up a fuss
And damn near drove me nuts...
When you've wiped away your makeup
Leaving honey kissed melanin
I love the mess you are
And the mess you'll become
From your stinky feet... To your messy hair
You are the optometrist
Who has rescued my blind ass...
Restoring my vision
You... You're a remarkable Black woman
Always remember you're a queen
Remember loves conquers all...
Especially me
Darryelle A. Wilkerson 18:44
Wednesday, February 20TH, 2019
