I know you are afraid of love like that nineteen year old girls heart you broke and you no longer think you have friends
Convinced yourself that it is your fault that you are a dying star that should only float into the cosmos all alone leaving only pieces of your self as you self destruct
Regardless I am one of the brave ones that understand what it is you hide and I am willing to lose myself to you and even if before me you die I will take it upon myself to read them your poems with an umbrella just in case its rainy and a mask because you say everyone wears one.
I know your mother always told you to carry one but you keep on forgetting about it every single time it rains
I know to you I am comparable to a valley dweller at the mercy of a mountain lion. But if you leave me in pieces who will tell them who you really are. Who will remind them constantly that you were black lest they Cesare you like they did to Jesus and paint you with Machiavellianism.
Who will convince them that they could be more or less.
That it is okay to be different
unique like the rhino cap in a crate of Batoleur beer.
Who will keep your daughters safe for you when you cannot lift a finger in their direction
When you are sleeping by the fire because you too like to live dangerously camouflage with the army uniform
That you are sorry for trying to throw those butterflies into extinction and we all already forgave you but you keep a record of your wrongs when we sing you right who will write
who will love you as much as to secretly screen the Mountain song at the beginning of your show
Who will show them the manliest song or masculine whatever you are the one with the pen when we are still typing however you are not just a poet
Let me desensitize you from the loneliness after you have closed our chapters before it takes over you when I am gone oh darling.
I have chosen to love you even for your nose, Evidence that there is French in your Kamba
I have chosen to read your pages and in between your lines
Stop hiding your diary
Stop keeping to yourself
Stop building walls in your forest you know better than to tame mother nature or to abuse father time by not letting me hold your hand while the iron in your blood is still hot
Let me hold you like you hold your pen when there are tears in your eyes and the valleys next to the French colony are visible from where I stand drenched in salty water and a generation of pain and erosion. Gullys of self harm held back by your denial
I know you can only be what God has made you and you are beautiful to him too I cannot deny that we are both numbering the hairs on your head waiting to bring you back home I keep begging him for more time with you. Just to get to know you like you know about us other basic forms. To smell you like you smell your trees when there is nothing to say
When there is nothing to say to each other we will whistle to Tetu Shani when there is no network or maybe just the pain of a monopoly in the lighting industry
Energy is the only thing I am here for
the rest is Architectural History in your first year you are way passed that
Just keep loving yourself the way you love your letters