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sometimes rage,

sometimes pain

sometimes mighty

sometimes like treasure.

nothing less

than gold.

you built

my bones.

held me

up high.

all that strength,

all that fight.

gave me

a hard head.

gave me

a loud mouth.

gave me spirit.

i told spirit,

send me love.

let me know..

i need an ETA.

i need

to breathe again.

i need; i need to see her.

i need to know

she’s okay.

did she make it safe?

can she

see me still?

can she

hold me still?

slow me down?

sit me down?

give me a hug?

can she

call me

again?

sunday.

i love you fool.

i miss you fool.

you said..

you were

staying..

you promised.

my fault

your last words

to me were

“fine, i’ll go.”

your hair a mess,

two days prior,

your legs had given out.

your poor

foggy memory.

skimming generations,

new and old.

you were too tired

to fight. you saw

things we couldn’t.

a beautiful life, beyond this one.

a bright luminescent light,

a welcome home party.

you saw your nana’s

big smile. you heard

your daddy say

he’s on his way.

you couldn’t wait

to meet them.

your last words

to me were

“you look so pretty!

where you going?”

maybe if i would

have asked the same,

i would’ve asked you

to stay home,

with me instead.

summer time

summer time ain’t nothing special without sunday, praise and worship, hopping on neighborhood buses—shouting “what’s poppin?!” out the window. soul food and jesus come to save the day. pot of gumbo stacked out the rim, crab legs as long as our blessings. we count ’em over. we say thank you for the day the lord has made. a choir singing the same song. waiting for our chance to be chosen. who will tell the first story? who will make ’em laugh the most? the women in our family ain’t that easy to impress. broken hearts put up around the house, gold medallions. i wonder how talented you have to be to forget loss after loss? i wonder how strong—do you have to be to carry the burden on each shoulder. you apologize for having weak shoulders, you apologize for accepting the exhaustion.. when they are already amazed of your skills to keep going. already plotting on your downfall. already setting up shop. still, you apologize for having empathy. you apologize for forgiving and forgiving. having no cold bone in your body. you apologize

for having so much fire.

summer time ain’t nothing without laughter. them long random calls be the best ones. be busy as shit but still know your obligation. when love comes calling, you answer back. when loyalty falls in your lap, you say thank you. you let god see your colors. you show the women back home you appreciate the guides you’ve got for now. they speak at you,