be my beloved

thinking of ways to impress you

but my matured mind begs not to waste time

entertaining futile fantasies for dumb rhymes


I didn't get the turn on of tattoos

until I saw them on you

wanted a closer look I couldn't be afforded over zoom


The way you'd say my name

became my new preferred way

got me thinking of sending you this poem

topped with a bouquet 


tell me I remind you of a poem

not any piece particularly 

just something I embody 


tell me your testimonies of revolution 

except their would be no romanticization 

just the wrenching reality

that would threaten to fracture me further  

but maybe your rubble could make art of my ruins 


dreaming of you driving me through our motherland 

helping me see

what I could've been in another reality 

decolonize my tongue

wipe away my white washed parts

notice my divine embroidery 

overlooked and unseen

maybe you'd find glory in searching out the hidden meaning 


My heart always does this 

doesn't know how to dip her toe in

instead indulging in the mirages and mysteries of infatuation

its the closest chance to romantic love I've ever had the chance to consume and

I devour every breadcrumb


Yes I am privileged

but living in the belly of the beast is also

deceptive 

dissonant

lacks the dignity I crave 


looked on the wheel to see what hues you imbue in me

a sweet mix of 

sincere affection

burning desire

intimate discourse

with a dash of absurd fondness 

I just for once want to be honest

somehow you're the clearest portrait I've looked at 

but maybe your painting of me

is more muddy 


The morning birds sing

and my heart leaps

thinking about the overlap in our dreams

but the seeds in me are barely germinating 

meanwhile you've cultivated a garden out of the concrete 

I have nothing to show for myself

Yes our value is not tied to our productivity 

but I don't know who I am

except for what society wants me to be 


I want us to be

partners in questioning

never weary until we find the truth 

fighting our ancestors fights

past colonial afterlives

we'd shout the revolution never died 

as long as our hearts beat 

we claim humanity

as long as our lungs breathe 

we have agency 

the people win

the moment they choose to resist

instead of passively assist

predatory systems sucking the souls of my loved ones 

care to be one?






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