you must be.

you must be time.
your hands strike at midnight.
instead of allowing me a sweet slumber.
you make home within my thoughts.
a malicious mind reader.
you call me. you ask of me.
only and only when i have convinced myself that i am free of you.
you must be the embodiment of a danger sign.
pretending not to know.
of the bruises you created beneath my skin.
and all i know is the feeling of your fingerprints.
tracing the trail of a scar deep within.
proving my foolishness time and time again.
must you be everything that pains me.

walk freely.

to walk freely is a privilege.
bare of any insecurities.
of any fears.
introduced only to our infant selves.
but the world unfairly.
tattooed invisible labels on our foreheads.
black. white. brown.
slut. whore. bitch.
but we do not settle for these labels.
for our words. our actions.
ring louder than any of these labels.
yet we are silenced.
for some of us.
you know yourselves.
the one per cent.
cannot fathom the fact.
that our beautiful, sexy big lips.
speak only words of truth.
that our desirable tanned skin.
doesn’t bare scars of pain and injustice.
but scars of bravery and love.
that our God given lovely thick hips.
sway as they carry us on a march.
a march towards peace.
a kind of peace you will never come to know.
peace of mind. peace of heart.
so walk freely as you may.
and walk freely beside us.
for beneath all these labels.
we are brothers and sisters.

gorgeous.

so gorgeous.
you make me feel gorgeous.
hazel eyes staring into mine.
you are fire.
you make me feel fire.
pulling me in close.
just because.
so gorgeous.
you make me feel life.
your lips finding their way to mine.
blurring the world around us.
you make feel so damn good.
so young.
setting ourselves free.
and you whisper into my ear.
you’re so gorgeous.