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Te Amo Mas Que – Poetry by Damali Rose Xion

Te Amo Mas Que

said Shange

I loved you more than I knew how

You had to teach me

But I was a fast learner

I used to watch you sleep and when you wrapped your arms around me

I wanted it to be forever

I knew when I boarded that plane that you would never join me here

Our listening ears were never meant to work

together

Joy and Splendor

met with betrayal on a sunny day and planned their escape

Nothing personal.

Healing work for you eclipsed any of what we could have been and denial of

Queerness left me feeling alone

He mistreated you and I witnessed what you couldn’t let me give

For real.

Truth.

“I know you”

that’s what I said when I first met you

I knew that we had met before and that we were game changers

Rule breakers

Heart makers

of a different kind

When I fell in love with you

I don’t think ill of the day you left

You gave me so much but really all I wanted was for you to

Come

Back

To

Me

Be whole with me

No Room for Error (Revolutionary Love) – Poetry by Damali Rose Zion

I demand

Everything

In a world of differing values and ethics

To remain in my space is to thrive

To exist in the radiance that is my

Love

Is to acknowledge that

YES

We are different

and yet we coexist.

Too many of the world’s children embrace mediocrity.

Love

Friendship

should not exist within those boundaries

Love is revolutionary.

My love has embraced imperfection and shattered your previous notions

I possess the capacity for

life changing love

But only for those willing to let vulnerability rain in waves of

sharing

hunting

exposing

the innermost being.

Those brave enough to dive deep.

Can you swim?

Bee You (Sweet One) – Poetry by Damali Rose Zion

When was the last time you let yourself

Love

You?

When did you laugh for you?

When did you masturbate for you?

Touch yourself.

Hold you in your palm

Your heart

Your ethers

Nah

You’re much too vast to be held by so small

So do it

Hold yourself

How it scares you

Do what you’ve never done

Be who you’ve yet to have been

You

Hermit Thoughts – Poetry by Damali Rose Zion

To put it mildly, I’ve become THAT person.

The one who ignores texts and doesn’t answer when you call.

The one who doesn’t leave the house for anyone

The one who doesn’t engage unless it holds benefit

The one who cries at how far humanity has to elevate

The one who works hard for self and not for capitalist ventures

The one who masturbates because reclaim is better than transfer

The one who.

The one who.

The one who.

I am finally that person.

Shall we embrace?

You Don’t Look Black (What People Say to Separate)

I had a person say to me this week,

“You don’t look black”.

It was in the heat of bed and I should have known some stupid

shit like that was bound to come out in the midst of hide and seek but I thought

“Nah”.

But yea, it was said and in my head I was ready to shoot out what the old me would have

said.

The fuck you mean?

I don’t look like straight out of Africa? Well then you tell me, what does straight out of Africa look like?

Black Lives Matter

When on a Saturday night it all catches up with you.

You cry for the black people dead today.

You cry for the black people dead this week.

You cry for the black people dead this month.

You cry for the black people dead this year.

You cry so much that you fear you won’t stop.

Until you do.

You are not numb.

Continue on.

You don’t have a choice.

When Brown Girls Seek (For Black Girls Who Rock)

When you seek out your sister

do not present your

hurt

as a wall.

Don’t you see?

both of you hurt

both of you seek

both of you cry

Instead, walk into her arms

with hope

with joy

with exhaltation

The evil has not won.

You are here.

Make yourselves dinner.

Make yourselves lemonade.

Laugh

Smile

Cry

Remember that love keeps you alive for this moment and for the moments that follow

Ashe