Hey Glory Child

CATEGORY

just different

Awakened with the sun in the morning, yet light lay somewhere with truth

I embraced foreign trails that guided my imperfect intimacies.

Cavernous hues and concave blues

A path so beautiful…desireless… and so very little left to prove..

Forced to wonder.. How do..

I offer admittance to blind failures I had unwillingly succumbed to?

Willing and able

I drowned in color stripped seas just to relive those April mays

For moments I witnessed a rose burn its brightest below the scorch of summer’s rays

Emerald days.. I’ve replayed.

…ones that birthed the thorns cringed upon for its efforts to alleviate a sleeping weed’s pain

Melanin. Breezed. Waves.

Those where I surfed beneath the breasts of the sun’s most loved goddesses

Envisioned sweet dreams

And the conception of an African prince failed in knowledge through God’s broken promises

Enslaved state…. Ironic it is.

How the heart burned soul deep to the repentance of polyamory’s fallacies

I’d be the first to attest… how I have lived..

I bore wings that flew above striving skies just to be labeled as the one who “thrived”

Never acknowledging the regret

…Worn beneath the seams of my eyes.

I lived for  depravation flowing within my spirit and the armor that intertwined within my disguise

The price...indeed, I  paid…

To be labled this "Glory Child"