I write regarding the topic of loves lost, whether we should pursue them once more is neither here nor there, the only definite courses of action we must undertake where the past is concerned are introspection and self-criticism. Attached are my own accounts of intimate reflection regarding my past and what I thought my future may comprise of. I certainly hope you enjoy the work and as always I wholeheartedly welcome your own commentary and anecdotes relating to your own experiences- write me at BlackInSuburbia@gmail.com. Below is the typed version of the work, ENJOY.
I always thought you looked beautiful without them layers on,
Jesus must’ve too, you left to get your prayer on.
I know my mother told you I’d never say I’m wrong
and she loves you like her own, don’t you wonder where I get it from?
"Grown love, you should talk about it civil",
I told my younger self to “keep the situation simple”,
guess I should’ve told you too, you’re better when you’re not with them
so peel these layers off, we should try on something different:
Let’s try naked like Evelyn and Adam did,
to a love before, from your palm, I bit the enemy
to taste what we forbade, a seed to regurgitate
and how dare I? It was I that first made you hate.
Taught an evil you were never to learn.
I’m stared at a corner to which I was never to turn.
Crafted of my prime rib to be the object of lust
validated by Him, living from dust to dust;
but other said you lived on past a grain of sand
and that I’d see it too with just a helping hand.
Before a hand cam it could never go to plan
for the Mutt’s intent for the daughter of man.
My dear readers, I’m always grateful for your patronage and I thank you for reading something so close to my heart. I’ll be taking submissions regarding these ideas for the page, just send them through to BlackInSuburbia@gmail.com!