The Only Girl For Me

She walked in, and sat, a smile stretching from one corner of her exotic sun tanned model face to the other
It was endless, like gods light
She came bearing fruit, and threw rose pedals from a basket calling my feet’s name, saying walk
I wont bite
She was bad
I mean Halle Barry, Alicia Keys, Beyonce, and Maya Angelou all rolled into one
Like the syllables of my words when I try and make them rhyme to fit a line, she was curved
I followed her rose path and I pressed my lips against her, and after a few seconds of mental elation and heaven, I asked what in the world is your name and where do they make woman like you
She said
Poetry, and im from the very pit of your soul
I rest in the solitude of confused states of being, over bearing emotions, and abandonment
You gave birth to me, so don’t blame me, blame your mama for making me this way
You constructed my face when you wrote your first poem, when you were back in the 7th grade
And now 17 years old, you entered a slam and finished making my legs, so I have appeared
You lighted my eyes with your sheer emotion and you make me hungry when you strive for excellence
Feed me
With your love
I don’t ask for much, all I ask is to be clothed nice and I don’t start a lot of fights, and I’m very comforting and giving and forgiving and all the traits you look for in a spouse, I will be that for you baby
Your ancient African blood mixed with your European enlightenment has made my skin a mulatto mocha
So when you press your finger to my cheeks don’t be surprised if your skin blends in
So when you press your pen to my pages don’t be surprised if your pen seems to just continue writing
We are meant for one another, there is no denying, or fighting, just keep striving for our honeymoon, coming the day after we wed
And I know you’ve already had me a plenty of nights alone in your bed, as you stay up and make love to me with raw passion
Sometimes you cry as you take me for your coveted rides, you look me in the eyes and say poetry , I love you
And I believe you nate
I believe you like I have never believed any man before
Your intentions are pure and your so compassionate, im not use to it
Im use to being pushed aside thrown in boxes and shoved away in closets, or garbage cans. Im forced to wear rags cause some people just don’t want to see me exposed. Little do they know its not in devious flaunting form, I am 100 percent natural beauty. So thank you for giving me a chance to be who I am.
They told you never to write me. They told you I didn’t exist like the blood of Nigerian Kings, or a black jesus. I was suppose to stay inside of you, the only thing that kept me alive was the vibrations of your heartbeat. My yearning to exist outside on some kind of paper turned to blood and I began to bleed, until finally you wrote with my red ink. Its as potent as the red lipstick of my lips that you kiss.
I love you
I think I want you to have my kid
Lets name the daughter prosperity and the son rose
And he will grow, from cracks of concrete and sprout on to something as great as you one day will be
But remember who was your first partner, who you first engaged with
It was me, poetry
You had me at hello, I came and sat down and saw you standing in the corner with tears in your eyes, and baby I wanted them to dry
So I offered my fruit, and gave you my pages, you had no pen so I told you to just use your fingers, let them act as ink and tattoo on my canvas scribes
Tattoo the name poetry on your forearm because Mr. Hall, I am always by your side