Poem derived from my first completed journal, Black and Blue (2018-2019). Written August 25th 2018.
My heart is always set on the
plant that doesn't want my
green thumb to water it,
or pat any soil around his roots
because it's already had enough human handling.
I can relate.
My soul is so soiled with
contamination and parasites that
I want to just spray off
because they try so hard to eat
away at my leafiness
and suck away all of the color
that keeps my beauty alive.
But this ain't really about me:
It's about him.
Upon first laying my eyes on you
I pictured a beautiful red rose,
then a vine wrapped its toxic stems
around me and pulled me further away until
all I could see
in plain sight,
were your thorns.
I decided to use my teeth
to rip myself free of this Bed vine,
and as my spirit returned to you,
closer and closer,
I noticed you begun to cut those sharp edges off you
as your tall stem grew and your
glow shone deeper,
I want to pick you up,
rip you out of the soil,
and take you home with me.
But I know you don't
want to be touched,
and you take pride in
being admired by everyone who
sees your growth.
About the Creator
28 year-old NuYoRican from Spanish Harlem who has a passion for writing, learning, achieving peace, faith, and empowering others. I've established a career as an educator and career counselor for over five years. Instagram: @alyssaleftyp