Letting go is not an act of thunder and rain, not always.
The sea foam brought you in;
from where, I do not know.
It cracked and shuddered when you
left it, but you were still, and you were cold.
Aphrodite danced from your lips and found herself a home,
but you were still and you stood tight
Against wind and all the tides and
I did not offer you a hand.
Too wide were your eyes, too easy your feet and
I must have thought, I mustn’t try to grasp you
Or you would disperse into salty air and curse me
from the sea beds, every night,
until they’d come to take me, too.
i don’t rebel against existence; i rebel against you putting boundaries on mine.
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When I fell in love for the first time
he was a man and I was fifteen and
fuzzy around the edges, solid only in mirrors
and in my head. And I realise now that it
had to be him because he was everything I
needed a man to be: miles away, alien,
uninterested in my fingers laced with his.
He was beautiful, don’t get me wrong, but he
looked better with someone else in his
arms in a candid shot in a celebrity mag
than he would have with me.
All the times afterward it was with women,
sometimes with girls. I still don’t know what
this says about me, or them, but at night I
feel as substantial as my reflection will have
me believe. My mirrors still tell lies now,
different ones, but this time I recognise them
for what they are. It aren’t really my lips that
I paint red now in what will never be Chanel,
but my soul. They say that beauty is only
skin-deep and they might be right
but I will fight to prove them wrong.
growing up was different from what they told me when I was twelve.
what are we if not creatures of the black?