To the ivory tower that bears
My resilient soul like a song sang
With battered lips, cracked and hungry,
Hope simmering between the broken edges,
These lines, in ink I pay my dues :
I write of a sanctuary wrecked, empty
Like the ache that comes in droplets
After emptying life before it borrowed breathe,
I write of brown sugar and chocolate cakes
Tossed between hungry mouths and sugared lies
And hands that tried to stiffle the solemn softness
In the heaven of my unformed breasts.
I write of shame inhaled like a pill ,
And stories strung from whispers thick,
As thick as these coffee thighs that grind
All heresay into one big, riotous legend.
And still, I walk into rooms, and light bends.
This tower glows like it has seen God. Because it has,
Because it is.
🦋