Just don’t tell my girlfriend.
Yes I love her,
just as the ocean loves the sand,
but some times I have to visit new beaches.
And even though, me and her have made some castles,
You tend to enjoy the way I crash on you.
You just can’t tell her I’ve been here,
because I’d hate to see another body of water
erase those memories.
White people at my school asked what’s my nationality.
I told them black.
They asked like “What part of Africa”
I didn’t say I was from Africa.
I may not even be.
Slaves came from everywhere,
and while there’s records on when your ancestors migrated and where from.
They didn’t write down much about us.
They just saw thing.
Black.
So that’s how I identify.
Poem.
I’m not staring at you,
I’m studying your face.
Measuring the space,
from eye to eye.
Because I know if it shortens,
you’ve told a lie.
I love it when your eyes roll back,
when we’re alone.
How your lips contract,
and you let out a moan.
Smile so lovely,
I hope it stays.
Never saw you frown,
Let’s keep it that way.
I know that your facial muscles come together,
when you’re thinking hard.
I just imagine your face
when we are apart.
