A Dark Aroma. + Where Lies My Truth? pt 3 of 4
. . .
before (my youth):
pure white eyes hang low,
i am thrown and immersed in water
pure white eyes have shaped themselves, like yellow almonds
demons knock on the door,
hesitation, recollection, relocation, and suspense.
Then until Now (adulthood):
Within the sewn and braided, twisted, flat ironed, curly, tangled, mess
that sits royally upon my head,
my truth lies within each kink and coil.
pure white eyes hang low,
i am thrown and immersed in water
pure white eyes have shaped themselves, like yellow almonds
demons knock on the door,
hesitation, recollection, relocation, and suspense.
. . .
Then until Now (adulthood):
The floor is cold with unfamiliar texture.
I can not see, I scream, I am unaware and unsure.
I can not see, I scream, I am unaware and unsure.
disparity suppresses my truth, refusing to let him out.
Within the sewn and braided, twisted, flat ironed, curly, tangled, mess
that sits royally upon my head,
my truth lies within each kink and coil.
Sometimes, (most of the time) I hide the truth underneath my scalp.
Truth grows and strengthens like new hair growth, and like new hair growth it becomes darker and more coarse.
Returning to its true self.
How beautiful I have always been.
The dark aroma has left me blinded.
My truth lies at the foot of my bed and between my breast.
Truth grows and strengthens like new hair growth, and like new hair growth it becomes darker and more coarse.
Returning to its true self.
How beautiful I have always been.
The dark aroma has left me blinded.
My truth lies at the foot of my bed and between my breast.
I walked along the stream and up several hills,
I carried worry at the tip of my shoulders.
On a cherry tree, I hang with sweet fruit,
Rotten fruit whispers to me as they know my name.
I hang heavy and low on the tree, but I do not fall like the rest.
Brown pigment, warm and thick,
melancholy has become my second layer of skin
I lay in my daily truths,
When the sun meets the horizon,
I become bolder and uncover what I have kept secret.
My truth lies at the foot of my bed and between my breast.
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