I thought we were building stone castles
a serious limerick
By R.C. TaylorPublished about a year ago • Updated about a year ago • 1 min read
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you admitted you wouldn't have cheated on me if I wasn't a Black woman and that day
I showed you Lemonade since I thought it could say all the things I couldn't say
about how since girlhood I had prepared for this inevitability, heart etched like mattoir
still, I thought I could build us back up like Beyoncé and teach you about misogynoir
but, as I found out, sandcastles don't work out that way
About the Creator
R.C. Taylor
I write to invoke, to process, to honor, to resurrect, and—sometimes—to grieve but, above all, I write to be free.
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Comments (2)
This is awesome, RC, as usual. Packed full of so much raw emotion. That first line sunk me though. If that's autobiographical...I am sorry that happened! Great work with this poem.
Love this song. Great poem.