Tuesday, September 3, 2019

you don't know (a rough draft)

…that you’re gone.
from my life-
You’re gone,
and you don’t even know it.
you’ve spent so much time avoiding contact with me
coinciding with my needing you,
since you didn’t and don’t need anything

as they say
out of sight out of mind,
like a slowly-moving train
without even trying,
you’ve moved inch by inch
 out
of my  heart
and out of my mind.
i don't remember you.
correction
I do remember you
but I hope to forget you
the way you've forgotten about me.
You don’t know
because you’ve not been around
to check in on me
or
to ask me about me.
I’ve experienced a really really really low point.
You see,
I needed you,
And you knew that I needed you,
But you turned your back on me.
If was as if you thought my phone didn’t accept inbound calls or texts.
You don’t know that you’re gone,
But you’ll discover;
When you need something,
And you call me for another reference.

And I reciprocate your actions by saying 'sure no problem,'

and then ending the call.
and deleting your contact information.
and blocking your number.


Monday, September 2, 2019

(Love) hate (or the assimilation thereof)

I’m
gonna have a house party.
gonna invite everyone I know
(might like to come)
everyone,
every one, even those not black.
I like them.
they’s got to like me, right?
‘cause how can you be mean to someone
who  treats you nice? 
said I like them.
( i  insist)
they’s human /like  i.
got feelings/like i.
want to loved & respected/like i.
i got feelings.     If need be
need be the same.
will reach down
below
will reach down inside myself
to see them in a different light.
i hope i am not alone in this.

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