I am from a place so small and so large, where love is well-known and commonly forgotten.
I am from the soil in the garden we never grew, and the silent arguments we never had.
I am from Chaos and Order, a bracelet with no pattern and unwinding string.
From a butterfly effect with no end, and six different outcomes.
A time of both blessing and misery, at a regardless kind of medium at the ends of my fingertips as well as my brain and tongue.
A time of enthrallment and withdrawal, simultaneously.
A time of buzzing your ears, neck hair speak with anxiousness, inclines, drama and body in motion as your brain trips attempting to catch up.
I am from a quiver, shaking, blurry edges. No telling up from down.
Am I breathing?
I am from a claustrophobic blinding light.
I am from a mirror made your room, where I can see everyone but myself.
A time of dirt cover heels and squinch toes. I time we're sharing is the only word I know.
A time of death without commitment.
From a frostbitten nose as I see for the first time
I am from new skin and white powder flakes.
I am from cries and screams, sweating the memories of others and my own, a darkroom of safety and love that was unspoken
Kareem Itunu Azeez
Topic(s) of this poem: poems