On August 29th, the world saw a side of me that not many have before. I revealed my life, my love, and my dreams on a terrifyingly public platform. The process leading up to making the decision to go public with my sexuality was a tough labyrinth with excitement and fear amongst the many twist and turns. Writing has seemed almost impossible for me since, whether it be long-form, creative, or poetic. So much had happened and even after the rollercoaster was over, my feet felt far from the earth I walked. Poetry was the first thing to come back to me. In a moment of complete stillness and calm, the words began to flow through me as my lover slept across my chest. This week I want to pay homage to moments of peace, calm, and stillness that breed poetry.
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Here is my poem:
Two of my locs fuzed together
The two towards the back
That I could hardly see day in and day out
When I reached to feel them one morning
I was pleasantly surprised
Surprised to know,
That two things,
Close in proximity
Could become one.
I sipped my morning coffee,
You sipped your morning tea
And I smiled while scooting closer to you.
Hoping we would fuze together like locs
In close proximity.