I remember when days felt so blue,
Like sentiments from my ancestors stopped floating across the rivers that I swam in every night
The ravens forgot to sing to me.
I remember sitting in the shadows, looking around fences, and making up imaginary friends to play in the dark with.
I wish everyone could see what I see now—
“A Black-teen embarks on a journey to find self love through mis-interpretations of love and being afraid of pre-cum”
That would be the description of my movie if I never tasted the honey that drips from beaks of Songbirds in the beginning of January.
I can’t help but love the way everything tastes now,
The way my lips flutter like wings
The way my tongue squirms like an earthworm when I taste something sweet
My eyes deserve to see it
Like my ears deserve whispers of “I love you’s” at night.
I’m always feenin’ for a taste of 2 P.M. sunlight so when I get it,
I lie on the beach in my white-lace top surrounded by people touched with love, who
Often synchronize with the tendencies of spiritual beings.
I smile quietly and make a wish for the sun to never set.
I’m smoking weed with angels in the light of day, laughing at how trivial the perception of life can be.
-a sweet rendition from my memory