I wrote you in chalk, smeared my thoughts of you in charcoal

I am a blood orange, I have few edges and even fewer dreams

You,

You’re like lint, a broken thing, sketched in pencil

Even iron will soften with heat, but beloved I’ve lost my fire

The toll of life has extinguished my flame

I’m exhausted by these ceaseless mind games

The eloquence in my voice is in vain,

Hoping they would surface in your consciousness by they sank rapidly

Into an ocean of overwhelming indifference

My intricacies are priceless, never-the-less there are places in me the

Light does not know, places that hold no semblance of happiness

In the face of my ugly and sinister will you embrace me with

Compassion? In your eyes will I meet graciousness?
Your knees buckle with the overwhelming urge to flee,

There things only for so long can you suppress

Perhaps you’re perplexed by my deep affections for blackness

Suddenly you don’t recognise my Nile warriors’ prowess

Familiar stranger, I toil to look past your day dress just to see that

You’re marvel in vast emptiness

We both lack self-awareness but you’re quick to call what is mine

Wretchedness
Friend you were once an antidote for melancholy

But I feel the depths of your mind are still colonised

Now I realise

It’s childlike folly, the pendulum of superficial curiosity

Yesteryear I was a temple, so strangely words escape you

Now I am comparable to a tomb

Have you brand new eyes with which to gaze? Cause these eyes have

Failed to perceive the hue of your true intentions

Now I carry desolation in my womb
Your face was once an intense moonlight with a blue tint,

Serene

Now my magic you charge obscene corrosive, rust on iron, what’s it

Matter, this is nothing but a row between a ferocious antelope and a

Cowardice lion

Your world is aquatic but you know nothing of the melanin marine

I am right in front of you. I am air, I am light, I am water, yet I

Remain unseen

Your presence is pacifying in the realm where lust dances with

Desperation in hopes to keep loneliness at bay I am dumb-found that

We stand here and call it ‘vibing’

Have you ever seen a soul bereaved?

No wonder my body aches when you leave.

Now he pawns my treasures walks about with pieces of me in his

Pocket like loose change or old gum. My collar bone on his mouth, my

Smile dragging by his dirty boots in absence of sincerity I leave his

Lips bruised.

My worlds are flat and cold I struggle to whisper my tongues numb

I wear your disdain for me like a waist bead

Hiding from leery eyes I’ve read your character assassin’s creed
Ensnared in a misogynist culture

Your love bird is a scavenging vulture

Belly full but still grumbling, he comes to floss his teeth

with Femininity.

You’re infatuated with the idea of me, infatuated with the idea of

Free.

I’m drained not empty my silence is not in protest I’ve not an ounce of

Fight left.

You would be mad to think this body arts-less

Blasphemy!

Take several seats and bear witness to this Kemetic alchemy

I wrote you in

chalk,

Evanescent,

Smeared my thought of you in charcoal
I am blood orange, I have few edges and even fewer dreams