🔵 By LeShun Smith. Photo by lauragrafie.
I hate that I allow you to tolerate me now.
I feel like a battered woman
Who’s scared to leave,
Because her fear of uncertainty
Is more terrifying than
A fist in the eye.
So I cry…
I tethered myself to your emotional traumas,
So the juxtaposition of your depression
And your joy has me stuck,
Feeling like, WTF.
I thought I had a fully grown,
Mature woman with wings,
But it seems all of your feathers
Have been plucked.
You can’t fly,
So you don’t even try.
You live in an alternative unicerse
Where if you liberated yourself
From all of your cancers,
Then surely you would die.
And I stand by
With a bleeding heart
Full of love,
Because I know that you knew
That if the world mistreated you
Like a featherless pigeon,
Then I would treat you
Like a soaring dove.
Baby…
I’m not trying to cause an altercation
But to survive in this constellation,
Our frequencies have to match our vibrations,
Which requires patience, empathy, communication;
I can’t be locked up… vibing high,
And your vibe is a lack of reciprocation.
I mean,
This is both of our time you’re wasting.
So what do we do;
I do me and you continue letting
The world do you?
Or –
Do we cling to our love
And become resilient;
Recommit to our commitment
And make loyalty our North Star?
Our bond was meaningfully divine
And we cultivated a high degree of trust.
You can either hold on to your cancers
And reduce us to nothing,
Or you can choose us.