Feeling a love movement unearthed
tapped into that vein
drew deep till it hurt
kiss my boo-boo, mommy
Your touch; the only one that works
embellished with sinful practition
your tongue is what I’ve been missing
courted the languages of others
But your wisdom is my deliverance, enabler
and hindrance
crescent moon semblance
Of a love greater than my existence
I pray, “God, help me remember this”
I cry because the Lord has hidden my empress
amidst golden blazed harlots and
big bodied invalids
their illness being greed
not knowing what they have but
wanting more than
what they need
I continue on my ښ(Deen)
Glory be to the unseen
unheard travels through my mind
Stone of the Wadi
my movement mends her ravines
mediate the seam between reality and
make-believe
Makes me believe this was destined and that her love
was truly meant for me
Sean Bell and Nicky;
The Nazareth and Magdalene
The energy that you’re sending me
compares to these unions
But I still can’t see
The Rose
amidst the weeds
I still can’t see your smile
against the fiends
Heathens parade you like
Hottentot Video Vixen Queen
but your mind is enslaved
and you don’t know what this means
Your heart is encased and
the blood that flows is anemic
Still thick in the waist but
lean in birthing hips
too many quips made to sting like master’s whips
Nigga.... Bitch
childbearing no longer sacred
because of the surplus existence of
baby fathers and mothers flipped the idea of marriage
and commitment
But I am still committed to you
in this world of ironic imagery,
you are the heroin to my sensory
the green to my emotional stability
You can be that feeling of love movements
unearthed
tapping into that vein
drawing out birth weight till it hurts
You can be that feeling of self worth
preserving the best in life
without selling your self short of
body parts and perks
You can be that empress to my empire
that healer
that mother
Can you feel her within ?
Can you smell her;
reminds you of kin...
Can you see her in the distance
She is simply a reflection of you...
She is you
Simply Beautiful...
tapped into that vein
drew deep till it hurt
kiss my boo-boo, mommy
Your touch; the only one that works
embellished with sinful practition
your tongue is what I’ve been missing
courted the languages of others
But your wisdom is my deliverance, enabler
and hindrance
crescent moon semblance
Of a love greater than my existence
I pray, “God, help me remember this”
I cry because the Lord has hidden my empress
amidst golden blazed harlots and
big bodied invalids
their illness being greed
not knowing what they have but
wanting more than
what they need
I continue on my ښ(Deen)
Glory be to the unseen
unheard travels through my mind
Stone of the Wadi
my movement mends her ravines
mediate the seam between reality and
make-believe
Makes me believe this was destined and that her love
was truly meant for me
Sean Bell and Nicky;
The Nazareth and Magdalene
The energy that you’re sending me
compares to these unions
But I still can’t see
The Rose
amidst the weeds
I still can’t see your smile
against the fiends
Heathens parade you like
Hottentot Video Vixen Queen
but your mind is enslaved
and you don’t know what this means
Your heart is encased and
the blood that flows is anemic
Still thick in the waist but
lean in birthing hips
too many quips made to sting like master’s whips
Nigga.... Bitch
childbearing no longer sacred
because of the surplus existence of
baby fathers and mothers flipped the idea of marriage
and commitment
But I am still committed to you
in this world of ironic imagery,
you are the heroin to my sensory
the green to my emotional stability
You can be that feeling of love movements
unearthed
tapping into that vein
drawing out birth weight till it hurts
You can be that feeling of self worth
preserving the best in life
without selling your self short of
body parts and perks
You can be that empress to my empire
that healer
that mother
Can you feel her within ?
Can you smell her;
reminds you of kin...
Can you see her in the distance
She is simply a reflection of you...
She is you
Simply Beautiful...
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