Monday, January 28, 2019

I Am From The Series

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
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