If I bore my mind on my skin,
It would have been an atrocity to look at.

The inscriptions of my whole being, the seasons that made me.
Times that changed me.

If I bore my mind on my skin,
You would question if I was even a christian,
the lust, the anger, the sinful nature within.

You'd think that as christians we would be the best to begin with.
We know and say our God died for us, but on the daily we choose Him over what's embedded He embedded in us; refusing for his nature to grow in us, for him to have his being in us.

If I bore my mind on my skin,
The black ink will turn into a pools of darkness for the tears I shed mentally for fear of looking weak.
The insults I hurled at others trapped within, circling in dark spirals of bitterness, they would have the ink those inscriptions over my chest, as it led me to hate what I could love.

If I bore my mind on my skin,
curse words would take a quarter of it; I find that the further I run away from him, the darker my tongue becomes, you would have to paint my tongue black with ink and continue that pen's tracing to my teeth, engrave them deeply within, the gritty sounds filling your ears.

If I bore my mind on my skin,
The world would deem me unlovable.
As would I, I will not compromise.

If I bore my mind on my skin,
I would be as dark as the night's sky, with white specks of where scripture passed my mind.

I want to write poems about love.
A love so sweet, a love so kind.
A love that fills ones heart with love.
I want to write poems that don't make me
feel as if I am obsessing; obsessing
over past loves, or infatuations.

I want to write love poems without the thoughts
that tell me that I am obsessing over things that will come in due season.

Yes, I know you will come in due season, but can I tell you...
I am expectant of your arrival, I have missed you, and although,
I am yet to experience you, I have already prepared a place for you.

One that is warm and sweet, comforting and kind.
My love I'll wait for you, heart ready, arms held out wide,
so don't waste your time, come, come and find me,
for I will cherish you well.

I want to write poems about love,
A love so sweet, one so kind, love that fills ones heart with love.
But due to my awareness of my obsessive past,
I will think of you not too often.
I will hold out from pining for you.

Just know that I pray for you
And I pray not just for you.
Nor do I just pray to hold you in my warm embrace.
I pray that all will be well with you till we meet and till then,

I pray that our love will grow first for Him before it does for one another.
I pray for your family; that His healing love will surge through your family's bloodline, just us my love for you surges through mine.


So I want to write poems about love, but since you are a love that I am yet to experience, I will not create a fictional version of you, just to appease my desire to meet, experience and love you.

So to my the greatest love poem yet.
I look forward to meeting you.

Que nada opaque jamás
la luz que avita en tu alma.
Que nadie quiebre tus sueños,
ni obstaculice tus pasos.
Hasta la semilla más pequeña,
puede romper el pavimento
al crecer, y echar raíces.
No lo olvides.
Eres único. Eres especial.
Y si te lo propones, invencible.
Sólo debes creer en ti,
aunque el resto mire en otra dirección.

Soy el garabato de aquel verso,
que no ha escrito ningún poeta.

Un suspiro inquebrantable,
arrancado de un insomnio agotador.

El as de una baraja,
que desaparece bajo la manga
de un mago callejero,
y reaparece donde primero imagines.

Un hombre travieso
que en el cuerpo de un niño se esconde.

Soy la música que unos excluyen,
y otros prefieren.

Una mina de diamante,
para quien se gane mi cariño.

Soy sable y argumento.
Caída, precipicio y redención.

Soy el sol que se oculta
entre negros nubarrones,
y espera el momento cumbre
para realsarse con brillante luz.

I've always known I am a beautiful person
that all I was doing was hiding behind a facade
of ugliness.

today, on my way to the market
I met a person I knew
but looking at his squinting eyes, I realized
that he didn't know me.
a handshake later
i laughed and he laughed
he joked about the price of the fishes
and I replied, saying "I could buy a fishing net
for half the price of that catfish".
and there in the market, in a barbershop
I cut my hair
down to the scalp
just like his.

coming back I met another person
her skin as fair as the insides of a bread
she joked about my almost bald head
and choking on laughter, I said
"bushy hair equals bushy nightmares".

But the most beautiful thing I did today?
*** sizzling
eyebrows sweating
tongue salivating
I cooked my favorite dish
served myself
and one of my friends
and we ate
facing the hot, afternoon sun.

Don't be like me
don't hide behind a facade.