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You stole my laugh, you took my smile, you pulled my joy down into your sea of unhappiness to drown.

But I will kick back against your arms as they try to pull me into misery, I will struggle to pull myself ftom these filthy waters, and I will lift myself out of this corrosive ocean you call love, and I will reclaim what is rightfully mine and you will regret the day you ever saw fit to try to bring me low.

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A carnal need; an animalistic urgency.  For you.

The heat of your breath on my neck, the feel of your skin under my touch; burning; searing.

Your kisses incinerate to my very being.  I am yours, utterly, in this moment; only this moment.  It is all we need.

All I need.

Just this once… perhaps more; perhaps not.

Time will tell.

But for now, I will give in to the flames that only you can ignite in me; all consuming…  eventually burning out…  only to be reborn from the ashes.

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The sound of the rain mingled with my loneliness…

is perfection.

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scrubbed floors 

and crossed oceans

to be a ” good mom”

she ignored strokes

and stayed poor

to be a good mom

she rocked me and made miracles happen to be a good mother

and she never really got her credit

because she was brown

because no one wondered why black women looking for aid

were always told about abortion

why she had to fight men off me in the street

why white women would pay her to parent their kids so they could be

MORE than a mom

but only if she was LESS than 

so understadn the sheer RAGE this brings when someone who HAS FUCKING never

watched a parent be ill

be stunted

be fearful

be poor

die slowly

for the love a child because

women like Jessica Valenti look t the struggle they have to be parents

and say doing that is not enough to be loved

to be supported to not have to stifled

even after she kisses her babies on the top of the head and hands them to the nanny

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is perfection.

Unpretentious.  He stated it simply, as a matter of fact, yet with that little smile on his face, as if he was amused already at what my reaction would be.  Which was, at first, a flat lesson.  ”You should not say things you that don’t mean.” …And I left it at that. 

However, the authenticity in his eyes, that was unexpected.  His manner came across humbly, almost child-like, as if he was a little kid presenting someone he idolized with a gift, and he feels that it isn’t much, or that it isn’t worthy, but he so wants to know that you accept it, and maybe even like it.  …And I cherished it… quietly.  

“I love you.”

…And I am inclined to believe it.  

If I could erase you, remove every miniscule trace of your existence from the surface of this earth, purge every fiber of your being from this life, wipe clean the depths of people’s minds of every passing thought of you… I would.

I wasn’t made to be kept within your meager confines.  Everything I am is simply too all encompassing to be relegated to a corner, not touching anything else.