mister write

had to stop, park and write this to you

Before all that I learned became old news

Burning away the dross and finding the gold

Of knowing you, what a treasure to behold

It is and was your insight

Your wisdom that drew me in

And like a thief in the night

I was captured by your pen

Soliloquy of gratitude

And the value of self worth

Had me loving myself all the more

etching ointment on what hurts

Your penmanship, a well placed accent

accentuated your smile, the Psalms of Ascents

hope amidst oppression and all we have endured

a longing to return to love

future peace and prosperity assured

If you would hear me,

I’d tell you your words

are sharp like the

tack you lack

When pierced with fear,

or sensing insecurity’s near

had me stumbling and bumbling over words that should come easy

adjectives that made my heart burn

with anger, fear and sadness

exposing old wounds underwritten by past shit

If you could see me and the softness of my face

words written of me, would be quickly erased

This one is on me

Felt like I had to pretend

That within this shell

wasn’t a heart that would bend

Break and fold under a strong hand

Compromise. All that I am.

With just a word, smirk, or tone of voice

It could be you if I had the choice

that familiar place all brought me to

Made me realize that it wasn’t you

could be too late to end as friends

Because it’s fate, this is how it ends?

Outlined in the beginning

this would be bad, thought you were kidding

mister write, you could never be wrong

because I see in you all the ways you are strong

the capacity for love and gentleness

while serenading loved ones phrasing a caress

tell you all the ways your beautiful

no need to convince

This inks almost dry

honored to experience your presence

love, me.

where have we been? where have we gone?

up to this moment, what’s right and what’s wrong?

in suspension, so apprehensive.

the only thing i can do, is be the one who loves you.

all trust has been lost, so we start from zero.

counting the cost, and becoming your own hero.

everything is a blur, illusions abound.

no running, no jumping on the merry go round.

the light and the dark, the good and the bad.

the joy in your eyes, the ache when you’re sad.

the gifts and the talents, the pain and the malice

the temptation to just throw the whole thing away

easily be the victim and everyone else is to blame.

but you made the choice, chose to hide and not voice,

the power and sovereignty you submitted to formalities.

to gods and men, both white and black

until it was your self that was under attack.

deconstruct, decolonize, denounce all you know,

just a seed that’s been planted and starting to grow.

your roots will grow deep as you stretch for the sun,

Spirit and ancestors shield their precious chosen one.

breaking curses, chains and traditions of men,

like a phoenix you rise, a star in the heavens.

gratitude, breathe and release the trauma,

surrender, love and flow through the drama.

you are beautiful, wonderful so creative and free,

you’ve finally learned to love, me.