BubbsPoetry

  She looked at her friend and said, “I wish he could see what I see when I look in his eyes.  They tell a story of how we got lost in time,  Getting separated by two worlds,  Yet we somehow always collide.  Always finding each other.  This time Finding ourselves occupied, But somehow our hearts never let go. Never filling that void.  How do you let go of something that seems to be stuck together?  Twins not able to be operated on.  How do you let go of a yearning, When God seemed to form you from each other?  How do you keep your flesh at bay,  While you pray and pray and pray? Casting your burdens to God when they seem to be the answer to your prayers?  When do you draw the line,  When the only marker you have is silver? I yearn to hold onto something,  That I’ve had for centuries.  What to do?” Her friend said, “there are no coincidences. The heart wants what the heart wants.  And he seems to have been bi...

I thought I’d be done writing poems.  About how Black Lives Matter,  Because everyone would just know.  They would see my skin and see God,  How I was created in His image.  As bronze as His Son.  See how every color in the crayon box was beautiful and had a purpose.  Yet I find the black and brown ones still sharp.  Or perhaps dull,  From the constant abuse of life. Exhausted from writing I can’t breathe. Pained how everyone seems to get a second chance besides people that look like me.  Maybe it’s because white don’t show on paper.  So they tend to look past their mistakes.  Being careful not to step on their lives, I mean lines.  I feel broken.  Numb from begging for equality.  From waiting on a change. Thankful that half of me can still write my story. Maybe we’d be better apart? Ready to pack my things and leave Egypt.  To a land flowing with milk and honey.  Where maybe then I won’t be exhausted....

  You act so much like them.  Often times they put their needs before mine. So emotions get left unwrapped. And I become anxious because I'm not really good with surprises.  Where affection comes more as a fifth language. I guess that's why you can never comprehend. Why I shoot the arrow and miss the target. And when I don't, it pierces your pride. And that hurts. So you tend to fire back. But not to show me where it hurts. So I can hold you until the pain goes away. And you never take that route again. But so I can feel it too. But you get close to push it in even further. I guess that's where you differ. They distanced themselves.

  You know it's funny how it works.  Because even when I don't like you, I still love you. Even when we don't get along, I want you to hold out your arms and say, "who did it to my baby? " Like a mom after discipling her child. Because you're the only one that can cause it, and take it away at the same time. So.. I hope you hold me tonight. I hope you tell me what you love about me. I hope you kiss my forehead. I hope we find something to laugh about. I hope you see past the hurt girl, who just wants to feel like a woman. I hope you comfort my loneliness. I hope you're not tired of me. I hope you'll always love me. Because.. I know that I'll always love you.

 Somedays, I wonder how you feel.. I think like how spring rolls entice my taste buds.. The fried kind, of course. Good, but wrong for my diet. Maybe I shouldn't want them so bad. But I like to keep a box of them in my home. For when I'm ready to indulge. In you..... I mean them.

 You don't seem to enjoy my conversations anymore.  I know by your sly remarks.  Your face showing how I don't understand your world. How common isn't so common in our worlds. Or maybe I'm reading too much I guess I should stop mistaking you for our book shelf. I guess I'm just trying to find the answers to your reasons. The why's that you seem too uncomfortable to answer. Too occupied to hear my questions I guess this is what happens when opposites attract. Too bad the same don't.