to my skin, my story, my blackness
By Lauren May
she bites into your ripe sweetness
Full she grins, stained
despite ruined, victorious
I kiss you in the sunlight
Violently want you more because you are
Mine when marred
Mine when scarred
Mine when barred
From Their beauty
bear witness to the labor of my fruits
My story tilled by your swells and changes
You, are you good enough?
and I, am I beautiful?
You harvest all that is my story
Fertile in my triumphs, my dark glory
I am unyielding in your embrace, not yet
graceful facility
Thoughts obscured by
Neon headlines blaring of waifish
Pale soft saccharine figures
Dainty, and better for it
Gorgeous
Never you
rich in sable vibrancy
Never me
Bold in curves
Never enough
Yet Slowly the smoky tendrils unfurled from
Unseeing eyes
And I see you soft in my arms
I think. I adore you.
damning dawdling doubts
Brown is such a beautiful color
Brown beautiful, beautiful black
Rich as the earth, Vibrant as life
full of color, Colorful vibrancy of you
Black and Beautiful,
beautiful enough for me
I love you. I swear. I do.
