Something Magical
There is something magical
About those of us
Who escape death
Before we can even walk or talk
I swear we are magic
Creatures breathing
Through the aching
Of knives placed in our hearts
Way before we learned love
I am 26 years older
Than my father ever wished I would be
I am a human ghost
My father’s very own grim reaper
They say there five love languages. I know seven:
Words of affirmation
Acts of service
Quality time
Physical touch
Receiving gifts
6. Self hate
I learned from extending my arms
Into sunsets of unreciprocated love
I earned it by running myself dead
Into the graves of men who had nothing
But heartbreak motels for homes
Self hate
A curse I breathe as a mantra
The taste of inhales
With every om
Dragging my soul
Into endless caves
Me a slave
Searching for love
The exhales
Run the rivers dry
Thirst
I am thirsty
My heart is parched
No longer pumping
Oxygen to the butterflies
That once lived in my stomach
7. Sacrifice
My mother
Oh sweet, darling mother
Worships me
Like the priest does a congregation
During offering collection
Her eyes
Are a celebration
The praises of a choir
The gospel of sacrifice
Was a sermon my mother
Preached
When she chose me
In the darkness of her womb
During the attack and betrayal of her heart
Her uterus
My only shelter
My mother chose me
So here I stand
With the burden of my father’s
Womanizing tactics
I suffer
The tears women shed
Over his nature
I am the flower
Watered by the tears
Of heartbreaks my father caused——-
Karma
On the days where I am calm
I make peace
With my dharma
My reality
I remember
How death escaped me
How the breaking
The broken
Tried to do to me
Buried them in personal hells
And they thought
They could use me
To cleanse their unholy
To wash their bodies in me
Little boys trapped in men’s bodies
Thought this temple could lead
Them to the holy one
This vulva
This orgasm
Could be the organic
To their filth
There is something magical
About those of us
Who escape death
Before we can even walk or talk
I swear we are magic
Creatures breathing
Through the aching
Of knives placed in our hearts
Way before we learned love