Imprints on Silky Linen

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Imprints on Silky Linen 

 

that there mark is from me trying to be grown before my time 

getting holes punched into flesh’s concrete

trying to look a little older 

so people stop carding me

12 piercings in…

and i still look 15 

 

what is love without touch? 

you can get close to a feeling 

but never give too much 

bite me if its real 

bite me definition

leave broken teeth imprints on silky linen 

 

my cocoa brown hides many tales 

some i don’t talk about  

but my skin knows well 

it heals quickly and keeps dark secrets 

tucked away like a wishing well 

 

that spot of missing skin above my eyebrow 

used to be whole 

an eyebrow trimming gone wrong 

left me teary eyed and 

staring at the unchanging vanity mirror reflection with disgust 

 

that darkened patch of skin on my arm 

use to blend in 

before i went in

the oven half cocked 

 

excited over a half baked, 

turkey pot pie that i brought 

the original cost was low 

but in the end i paid a lot 

 

what is love without touch? 

you can get close to a feeling 

but never give too much 

bite me if its real 

leave broken teeth imprints on silky linen 

 

my cocoa brown hides many tales 

some i don’t talk about  

but my skin knows well 

it heals quickly and keeps dark secrets 

tucked away like a wishing well 

 

these moles randomly scattered on my face 

are generations in the making 

one of many family traits 

that i have taken 

 

thought about laser removal 

but how do i know that the gross, 

lively, beauty marks will be all that is taken 

my inheritance tossed to the side 

like a scrap of paper

 

but i digress… 

the message caught up in pity’s shallowness

talk to the scars covering my Black soul 

the animosity stewing in my mind 

 

after watching an officer put a brotha in a choke hold 

backdrop to a land, founded on the back, of Black gold 

loosen your grip or the masses will lose control  

a man lies dead as a nation stands on the brink 

 

adrenaline pumping too fast to think… 

there is no book without the Black ink 

we wrote the fantasy for you 

turned red, white and blue…  

when we never saw our dream never come true 

after 500 years of terror and torture 

all we asked for was a chance at the happiness pursuit 

 

what is love without touch? 

you can get close to a feeling 

but never give too much 

bite me if its real 

leave broken teeth imprints on silky linen 

 

my cocoa brown hides many tales 

some i don’t talk about  

but my skin knows well 

it heals quickly and keeps dark secrets 

tucked away like a wishing well 

 

spring forth radiant glow

block out the starry night sky

cinnamon skin speaks an eclectic language, few know

it flows in and out of time

stepping into twilight it flows with no boundaries

and ignores all man man made signs

 

we’re marvels in the modern day 

descendants of the sublime 

leaving refined imprints 

on a world filled with silky colorful linen

come float in the ecstasy

me and my people live in

 

© 2020 by Esha Montgomery

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